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Captain Clock
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Metal
Captain Clock fue lanzado el 29 de julio de 2016 por Napalm Records Handels GmbH como parte del álbum King of Everything
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Fecha de lanzamiento29 de julio de 2016
Sello discográficoNapalm Records Handels GmbH
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM119

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Jinjer
Jinjer
Intérprete
Tatiana Shmayluk
Tatiana Shmayluk
Voz principal
Roman Ibramkhalilov
Roman Ibramkhalilov
Guitarra eléctrica
Eugene Abdiukhanov
Eugene Abdiukhanov
Bajo eléctrico
Dmitriy Kim
Dmitriy Kim
Batería
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Tatiana Shmayluk
Tatiana Shmayluk
Autoría
Roman Ibramkhalilov
Roman Ibramkhalilov
Composición
Dmitry Herasimov
Dmitry Herasimov
Autoría
Eugene Abdiukhanov
Eugene Abdiukhanov
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Jinjer
Jinjer
Producción
Max Pasechnik
Max Pasechnik
Producción

Letra

He keeps on moving his moustache
Gets you fussy, makes you rush
He's got no legs but he walks
He's got no mouth but talks
Tick-tock, click-clack
He pulls a trigger, pulls it back
My time, your time is under attack
We run on a circle track
A bossy three-handed man
Who gives me a triple slap in my face
Years of tension, a second of slack
He is so tiny but hard to embrace
From the top of the world
He shows you
No respect, don't regret
We're screwed
If time is gold, we are broke
For good!
Hopeless beggars, dance to this beatific
Flute!
By towers supported
On a human wrist resorting
There's no word retired
For the soldier with the shoulder straps
Phlegmatic eyes dilated
Trickin' tick-tacktics underrated
Time to eat, time to sleep
Time to go back to your soil crib
Time to go back to your soil crib
Oh, what a mechanical miracle
Global dictator, massive superior
Like a winding toy that sits at the porch
This bull-headed boy
Is a watchman on the lifetime verge
From the top of the world
He shows you
No respect, don't regret
We're screwed
If time is gold, we are broke
For good!
Hopeless beggars, dance to this beatific
Flute!
Striking, beating, sweeping
Striking, beating, sweeping our lives away
The more we struggle
The more we lose our precious days
Hearts are swinging to the rhythm of
Imminence
Should we never grab a tail
Of what we cannot own?
Our time is a snail
Running faster than any wind
Any wind can blow
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh-oh
Any wind can
Blow, ooh-ooh
Striking, yeah, beating, yeah
Sweeping our lives away
Striking, yeah, beating, yeah
Sweeping our lives away
Written by: Dmitry Herasimov, Eugene Abdiukhanov, Roman Ibramkhalilov, Tatiana Shmayluk
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