Draft
Shinjou-P Lyrics
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Писатель создал мир,
Он всех нас описал.
Создал в листах аир
Из слов все собирал...
Исписанные строчкиОстались позади.
Не расставленные точки
Съедят нас впереди.
А старые мотивы
Запачканы судьбой,
И ветхие архивы
В пучине временной.
“Страницы рвутся от пера.
Мы созданы тобой!
Наш мир громят ветра,
Теперь он полон пустотой...
Оставь в покое черновик,
Он гниет давным-давно.
Исписано впритык
Это грязное кино...”
Время проглотит быль,
Даст конец истории.
Из слов родится пыль
Для безликой аудитории.
Ценности явились звуком,
Их слова оставит тень.Голоса увязнут эхом,
Оставив ясным - день...
Писатель устал творить,
Черновик окутав грязью.
Он не решится погасить
Рожденное его же вязью...
"Draft" by Shinjou-P unfolds a deep narrative that reflects on the relationships between creation, memory, and the passage of time. The song opens with a contemplative acknowledgment of the writer's power, emphasizing that the world in which we inhabit has been crafted through careful construction of words. The imagery of creating a world “из слов” (from words) suggests that writing is a form of world-building that transcends mere storytelling—it shapes the very understanding of existence. The mention of “листах аир” hints at the artist’s medium, paper, while simultaneously alluding to the ethereal nature of ideas. This initial depiction sets the stage for the subsequent exploration of the writer’s struggle, as they reflect on the weight of their own narrative decisions and the responsibility of their role in connecting with an audience.
As the song progresses, it delves into the concept of unfinished business—that of the “испистанные строчки” (written lines) that now lie in the past. Here, the "не расставленные точки" (unplaced periods) symbolize incomplete thoughts and narratives, suggesting a lingering sense of ambiguity and unresolved tension within the processes of creation. The metaphor of these punctuation marks eating "нас впереди" hints at how unresolved elements in the narrative have the potential to consume the creator and the created, particularly highlighting a sense of impending doom or oversight. The writer's past works and the weight they carry become burdensome, as the echoes of old motifs mingle with the passage of time, leaving remnants of what once was and casting doubt on what can be crafted in the future.
In the chorus, the lines “Страницы рвутся от пера” convey the physical and emotional strain that comes with writing; the act is depicted as both cathartic and torturous. The world created is now in turmoil, a victim to the “ветра” (winds) that symbolize external chaos and instability. This metaphoric depiction broadens the song’s scope, illustrating how the writer's creations can be both powerful and vulnerable to external forces. The expression of abandonment surrounding the “черновик” (draft) implies a feeling of decay and neglect, as it “гниет давным-давно” (has been rotting for a long time). This decay not only signifies the loss of potential within the drafts but also serves as a critique of how narratives can be overlooked or misrepresented, akin to the concept of forgotten stories in a chaotic world.
In the final verses, time is introduced as a transformative force capable of erasing history and consolidating memory into dust—a powerful image that calls into question the permanence of stories and their significance. The “безликой аудитории” (faceless audience) implies an alienation between the writer’s intention and the reception of their work, beckoning the idea that no matter how passionately crafted, stories can lose their essence when met with indifference. As the piece winds down, the fatigue of the writer becomes palpable, illustrating a sense of frustration and despair due to the messiness of creation and the burden of expectation. The singer stands at the intersection of their artistic vision and the stains left on the draft, reflecting the complicated relationship between creators and their works, ultimately provoking a meditation on the inevitable cycle of creation, abandonment, and the weight of legacy in a transient world.
Line by Line Meaning
Писатель создал мир,
The author has constructed an entire universe,
Он всех нас описал.
He has portrayed each one of us within it.
Создал в листах аир
He has evoked a sense of atmosphere on the pages,
Из слов все собирал...
Collecting all elements from the essence of words...
Исписанные строчки
The lines filled with ink, worn and exhausted,
Остались позади.
Have been left behind, forgotten.
Не расставленные точки
Unfinished thoughts and unsaid conclusions,
Съедят нас впереди.
Will consume us in the future, leading us into uncertainty.
А старые мотивы
And the old themes recounted,
Запачканы судьбой,
Are tarnished by the weight of fate,
И ветхие архивы
While dilapidated records,
В пучине временной.
Drown in the depths of time.
Страницы рвутся от пера.
Pages tear under the pressure of the pen.
Мы созданы тобой!
We have been shaped by your hand!
Наш мир громят ветра,
Our world is ravaged by the winds of change,
Теперь он полон пустотой...
Leaving it filled with emptiness...
Оставь в покое черновик,
Leave the draft alone for once,
Он гниет давным-давно.
It has been decaying for a long time.
Исписано впритык
Written to the brim,
Это грязное кино...
This is a sordid spectacle...
Время проглотит быль,
Time will consume the tales of the past,
Даст конец истории.
Bringing an end to the narrative.
Из слов родится пыль
From words, only dust will arise,
Для безликой аудитории.
Destined for an unremarkable audience.
Ценности явились звуком,
Values manifested as mere sounds,
Их слова оставит тень.
Their words will be shadows left behind.
Голоса увязнут эхом,
Voices will get lost in echoes,
Оставив ясным - день...
Leaving only the clarity of the day...
Писатель устал творить,
The author has grown weary of creation,
Черновик окутав грязью.
As the draft is shrouded in filth.
Он не решится погасить
He hesitates to extinguish
Рожденное его же вязью...
The very creation born from his own tangled thoughts...
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Богачев Дмитрий
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