[Slow rock ballad: minor key, tempo ~65 BPM, wintry, confessional, twilight atmosphere.

Intro — only acoustic guitar: a memorable arpeggiated picking pattern, warm spacious sound, double-tracked, panned left/right, light reverb.

Vocals — high male voice, nasal timbre, powerful melismas, vibrato, emotional delivery on the edge of whisper and cry. Soloist centered, with long reverb and delicate stereo delay.

Choruses — mixed multi-voice male choir in the style of church/cathedral singing: basso profundo, tenors, polyphony, wide stereo, natural cathedral reverb. Choir spread across the stereo field, soloist stays centered.

In choruses, a powerful low-frequency vibrating bass enters, alongside a massive drum kit with a deep, vibrating low-frequency kick drum. The low end is subwoofer-heavy, physical and shaking: sub-bass frequencies, long-decay kick, the room rumbles. The bass and kick are felt through a powerful subwoofer with deep sub-bass]

Intro

Verse 1

В мёртвом го́роде дождь абменя́ли на све́чи,

Апусти́лась тоска́, сло́вно са́ван, на пле́чи.

Спит уста́лый наро́д, ви́дит сны про харчи́,

А мне спи́чки в глаза́ — что́бы ви́деть в ночи́.

По разби́тым двара́м бро́дят те́ни было́ва,

Кры́сы гло́жут асфа́льт, на афи́шах абно́ва.

Кто́-то шэпчет во сне имена́ пазабы́тых,