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- Над треком работали
- Музыка-С Дмитриев,слова-Роберт Ли Фрост
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- Щемящее сердце,мрачное музло
- История создания
- Настроение оно и есть настроение-была осень,усеянные листьями улицы,дождь....и размышления...I doubted if I should ever come back....... Запись заняла 3 часа времени,доработка и сведение-чуть больше.Слушайте,ибо очень важно слышать мнения,все мнения. Все права принадлежат:Сергей Дмитриев(Greg S.)
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- Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.