TIM.PULSE - SPEED
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TIM.PULSE — российский независимый артист, создающий песни о том, о чём мужчины обычно молчат. В его музыке переплетаются темы любви, расставаний, одиночества, веры, семейных ценностей и поиска себя.
Основное направление творчества — современная поп-музыка с элементами поп-рока, танцевальной электроники и лирической баллады. Каждая песня — это личная история, наполненная живыми эмоциями и искренними переживаниями.
Среди работ артиста — лирические композиции «Берегите родителей», «Мне не уснуть», «Ты спасла меня», а также более динамичные треки «Ночь», «Забудь» и англоязычный релиз «SPEED», ставший первым международным экспериментом TIM.PULSE.
Музыка TIM.PULSE — это честный разговор со слушателем о чувствах, которые знакомы каждому.
As evening spreads its foggy shroud,
The road beneath me trembles loud.
I left my grief in exile’s ground,
Where icy distance burned and bound.
Headlights slice the vast, empty plains,
Like stars that descended, touching the earth.
Unsaid things and old disputes remain,
And your look, frozen since February’s birth.
Speed — a heady taste of liberty,
It sweeps fatigue and dread away.
The engine’s roar, relentlessly,
Muffles your name that I long to say.
I fly, fading into the night,
Where pain and falsehood fade from sight.
The road ahead, in pale moonlight,
Softly whispers: “Live, hold tight”.
Beyond the glass, the headlights fade away,
The station chilled by sorrow’s sway.
Just rain and deserted boulevards stay,
They know how weary I’ve grown today.
Speed rips my memories apart,
Flings the sorrow far behind my heart.
Where did you leave for me, in some past hour,
A spark of hope — a living flower?
Speed — a heady taste of liberty,
It sweeps fatigue and dread away.
The engine’s roar, relentlessly,
Muffles your name that I long to say.
I fly, fading into the night,
Where pain and falsehood fade from sight.
The road ahead, in pale moonlight,
Softly whispers: “Live, hold tight”.
Night peers wearily at the glass ahead,
Silver raindrops dance upon the spread.
What was lost between us, left unsaid,
I incinerate with fire, sleep, and lead.
Beneath the wheels, time takes its flight,
Like autumn tempest lost in night.
I bear a bitter weight, a load so dire,
Atop a quivering flame, a fragile fire.
Where the warmth of your hands once stayed —
Now just metal, hard and cold, is laid.
I flee the ache that won’t be sated,
Like a ghost from itself, I’ve faded.
The farther I drive down empty roads,
The deeper the silence in my soul grows.
I sought to lose myself in restless dread,
Yet love still glows — not fully dead.
Speed’s not the wind, not the road I ride,
Not the fuel, not the lights at my side.
Just a way to block out fear,
Knowing I’ll stay empty — year after year.
Sirens scream above my head,
Carving night with frosty thread.
I push the pedal, no disguise —
To stop the soul from tearing, numb the sighs.