Dark Folk, Post-Punk Ballad, Slowcore, Doom Rock. Melancholic, depressive, empty winter atmosphere. Inspired by gloomy Russian rock ballads, but with a heavier, more ominous tone. Whispered, strained vocals with long pauses. Very Slow Funeral Tempo (50-60 BPM). Gloom, desolation, existential dread, cold wind, abandoned stations, late autumn night. Deep, detuned acoustic guitar or baritone guitar with heavy reverb. Funereal organ pads (low register). Sparse, single piano notes (dark octaves). Melancholic cello or violin lines. No drums in verses; only a distant, muffled kick drum and cymbal washes in the chorus, like a heartbeat. Occasional low-end synth drone. Hoarse, breathy, almost whispered in verses, breaking into a desperate, cracked shout in the chorus. Sing as if you're freezing and alone. Drag the syllables, especially the word «Август» — it should sound like a sigh of death. Heavy lo-fi tape saturation. Massive, cavernous reverb (like a cathedral or an empty factory). High-pass filter to make it sound distant and thin. Vinyl crackle and wind noise throughout. Very little high end – dark and muddy, but clear enough for the vocals

Intro: 12 bars, Distant wind, single repeating piano note, cello drone, no melody yet

Verse 1: Whispered, only fingerpicked low guitar strings, no reverb on voice

Го́род продро́г в ожыда́нии о́сени,

Чёрные пти́цы срыва́ются с крыш.

Вре́мя стека́ет сквозь па́льцы, как в про́лежни,

А́вгуст ухо́дит, а ты про́сто молчи́шь.

Кто́-то сжыга́ет мосты́ за нену́жностью,

Кто́-то бои́тся оста́ться оди́н.

Мы захлебну́лись в нра́вственной су́щности,

Ле́то прошло́ среди́ сло́манных льдин.

Chorus 1: Organ kicks in, cello swells, voice cracks, distorted guitar power chords low in the mix

А́вгуст, а́стры, хри́плые звёзды,

В не́бе засты́вшые, сло́вно вопро́с.

А́вгуст, пе́пел, до́лгие вёрсты,

Вре́мя разбра́сывать ка́мни вразно́с.

А́вгуст, а́вгуст, хо́лод по ко́жэ,