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Nirvana
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Трек «Nirvana» вышел в 14 февраля 2026 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «A Peter Pitsch Project»)Disconnected
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АльбомDisconnected
Дата релиза14 февраля 2026 г.
ЛейблA Peter Pitsch Project
ЯзыкEnglish
Мелодичность
Акустичность
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Танцевальность
Энергия
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Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Suno
Suno
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Peter Pitsch
Peter Pitsch
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Peter Pitsch
Peter Pitsch
Продюсер, Миксинг-инженер

Слова

Intoxicated I fall and fall out of this world
Into deep sleep or does non-existence hurl
Right back at me from the endless void?
Remorseful on the bed, no longer buoyed
Under streams of rain, like voices they call
A new day begins and I'm ready to howl
My roots carried on my shoulder like luggage
The rebel of once, old news to rummage
Out of every moment another emerges
Like rainwater from the ceiling it surges
Drenched with Bangkok's pulsating noise
Among beggars in tatters a bohemian poise
I'm pissed off by enlightened disciples
Discovering the Here and Now, their idols
I'm pissed off by enlightened disciples
Discovering the Here and Now, their idols
Collecting tattoos with sacred signs
Their spiritual images, their new confines
Go on, who's next to emerge from the cycle
Of death and rebirth, into Nirvana's title
Into that nothingness where nothing is more
Where existence fades and silence roars
Under streams of rain, like voices they call
A new day begins and I'm ready to howl
My roots carried on my shoulder like luggage
The rebel of once, old news to rummage
Out of every moment another emerges
Like rainwater from the ceiling it surges
Drenched with Bangkok's pulsating noise
Among beggars in tatters a bohemian poise
I'm pissed off by enlightened disciples
Discovering the Here and Now, their idols
Collecting tattoos with sacred signs
Their spiritual images, their new confines
Go on, who's next to emerge from the cycle
Of death and rebirth, into Nirvana's title
Into that nothingness where nothing is more
Where existence fades and silence roars
Written by: Peter Pitsch
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