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Трек «Impossible» вышел в 13 февраля 2026 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «Masterkey Sounds»)Forward/Impossible - Single
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Дата релиза13 февраля 2026 г.
ЛейблMasterkey Sounds
ЯзыкEnglish
Мелодичность
Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM69

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
The Swell Season
The Swell Season
Исполнитель
Joseph Doyle
Joseph Doyle
Бас
Piero Perelli
Piero Perelli
Барабаны, Ударные инструменты
Markéta Irglová
Markéta Irglová
Вокал, Фортепиано
Zuzana Irglova
Zuzana Irglova
Бэк-вокал
Marja Gaynor
Marja Gaynor
Скрипка, Альт
Глен Хансард
Глен Хансард
Вокал, Электрогитара
Bertrand Galen
Bertrand Galen
Виолончель
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Markéta Irglová
Markéta Irglová
Автор песен
Глен Хансард
Глен Хансард
Автор песен
Marja Gaynor
Marja Gaynor
Аранжировщик струнных инструментов
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Sturla Mio Thorisson
Sturla Mio Thorisson
Продюсер

Слова

We make half circles in the air
The sky falls under your feet
Fireworks extraordinaire
Every time that we meet
These hands long to reach
the impossible
In any other circumstance
I’d have stepped off long ago
But this flame that you set to dance
Is only gonna do what it knows
These tongues long to speak
the impossible
These hands long to reach
the impossible
Your hands, your hands
They know me
They don’t insist
They make no demands
They go
They go where they’re needed
They gather me up
They roll me round easy
When I’m stopped
Is it all timing you may ask,
All this defying gravity
Are we equal to the task
Do I have your unwavering belief
These hands long to reach
the impossible
The scent, the taste
The rush, the haste
The touch and the beat
The lust and the heat
The sound, the look
The kiss, the hook
The grip and the glance
The slow slow dance
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The hunger, the wait
The build, the wait
The sure allure.
Your hands, your hands
They know me
They don’t insist
They make no demands
They go
They go where they’re needed
They gather me up
They roll me round easy
When I’m breaking off
Your hands, your hands
They hold me
They know me
Like the back of your hands
They go
They go where they’re wanted
They swallow me up
They know when to push
And when to stop
We make half circles in the air
The sky falls under your feet
Fireworks extraordinaire
Every time that we meet
These hands
Long to reach
the impossible
These tongues
Long to speak
the impossible
Written by: Glen Hansard, Markéta Irglová
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