В Самаре на НГ с погодой как всегда замечательно.)))
Как раз, когда мы собирались отметить его на улице.
Особое внимание, естественно, на температуру и влажность.*зловещий хохот*
Тем не менее, рекомендую очень красивую песню. Классический вокал и оркестр со скрипками...
"и всё это бесподобно красивым мужским голосом...ммм..." There are few who deny
At what I do I am the best
For my talents are renowned far and wide
When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort
Of my ghostlike charms
I have seen grown men give out a shriek
With a wave of my hand and a well-placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their feet
Yet year after year it’s the same routine
And I grow so weary of the sound of screams
And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King
Have grown so tired of the same old thing
Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow.
There’s something out there
Far from my home,
A longing that I’ve never known.
I’m the master of fright,
And a demon of light, and I’ll scare you right out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky, I’m Mr. Unlucky
And I’m known throughout England and France
And since I am dead, I can take off my head
To recite Shakespearean quotations
No animal or man can scream like I can
With the fury of my recitations
But who here would ever understand
That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin
Would tire of his crown, if they only understood
He’d give it all up, if he only could
Oh, there’s an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears.
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