WALERIJ SELIWANOW is creating Song - wings of our hopes.
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  • I would like to offer You to sing the translation of one of my poems, but unfortunately I cann't speak English. I will be very grateful if You will sing this song. If you like, you can correct my music. I wanted to make this song in two languages: German and English. 
    Link to the original:http://sel22.kroogi.com/en/download/2476002-Die-Flugel-Unserer-Hoffnung--Krylya-na.html 

    • I am mixing the song and making mastering.

    Time cuts with a sharp knife wings of our hopes,
    Wings of our hopes...wings are falling down,
    Turning to ash and smoke..
    Into smoke and the ash, into the ash and smoke...

    God is sitting so high playing silence with someone
    and looking at this whole circus, at our ridiculous circus,
    Smoke is rising, wings are falling down,
    Wings ofour hopes, wings of our hopes.

    Burnt wings' smoke is rising higher,
    And God is sitting there and inhaling that smoke,
    Having inhaled our hopes, he's playing silence,
    and somebody will be answered in quiet.




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  • I would like to offer You to sing the translation of one of my poems, but unfortunately I cann't speak English. I will be very grateful if You will sing this song. If you like, you can correct my music. I wanted to make this song in two languages: German and English. 
    Link to the original:http://sel22.kroogi.com/en/download/2476002-Die-Flugel-Unserer-Hoffnung--Krylya-na.html 

    • I am mixing the song and making mastering.

    Time cuts with a sharp knife wings of our hopes,
    Wings of our hopes...wings are falling down,
    Turning to ash and smoke..
    Into smoke and the ash, into the ash and smoke...

    God is sitting so high playing silence with someone
    and looking at this whole circus, at our ridiculous circus,
    Smoke is rising, wings are falling down,
    Wings ofour hopes, wings of our hopes.

    Burnt wings' smoke is rising higher,
    And God is sitting there and inhaling that smoke,
    Having inhaled our hopes, he's playing silence,
    and somebody will be answered in quiet.




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1 $ and more-I do not need anything, I'm just helping the project. 
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  2 and more - recorded with the help of your track in digital format!