Историю рождения данного стихотворения я поведал ранее под аудио версией, так что, без лишних слов:
Логинов Сергей совместно с Suno Ai и Noisee Ai представляют!
Официальный нейро-клип от Noisee Ai на официальный нейро-трек от Suno Ai на официальное стихотворение Сергея Логинова).
Видео монтаж и наложение готового звука проводил в приложении YouCut.
Ссылка на аудио версию:
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Ссылка на оригинальный текст стихотворения:
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Standard translation into "broken English") Sorry)))
Verse 1
He went out onto the balcony to see the day off with his eyes, shuffling his galoshes across the floor,
And in the sky, dead horses drank evening milk.
Chorus:
The city rolled up every scrap of black basement loopholes, not feeling how the heavens flowed into the empty eyes of the Dead horses.
Verse 2
With a gray hand, shaken by trembling, he hung curtains over the windows, when over the high-rises the fatal Moon spurred the herd.
Chorus:
The city rolled up every scrap of black basement loopholes, not feeling how the heavens flowed into the empty eyes of the Dead horses.
...into the empty eyes of the Dead horses...
Verse 3
And even after midnight, through the shroud of dreams, thrown by someone on the house, you felt how dead horses fed on living oats.
Chorus:
The city rolled up every scrap of black basement loopholes, not feeling how the heavens flowed into the empty eyes of the Dead horses.
...into the empty eyes of the Dead horses...
End
And the wind carried the smell of rotting meat beyond the window...
In the city, in the morning, not all the windows will light up with living fire...
