Дмитрий Четвергов - Время - река - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Time… it is immutable, unconcerned.

It is infinite in its eternal motion.

It is relentless; it cannot be stopped, nor rewound.

One can only surmise or fantasize, gazing into the Future.

Time is like the steady flow of water in a river.

It is as if we are drifting in a boat downstream, observing the ever-changing

Landscapes; and this river-music flows on—never repeating itself—capturing

The shifting scenes around it within its own reflection.

But should one suddenly be compelled to stop—to pull ashore—the river, much like time,

Will continue its onward journey, paying no heed to the traveler who has paused.

And as the saying goes, "one cannot step into the same river twice"; so too does time—

From the moment of a new beginning—become something entirely different.

Yes… just so: improvising, without interruption, in a single breath—suspended in

The flight of fantasy, in perfect union with his own sensations, and immersed in the very flow

Of his musical creation—this is precisely how the author chose to spontaneously depict

The unfolding events of this fantastical cinematic vision, as if borne along by the river’s current.

Inspired by the desire to portray landscapes that never—ever—repeat themselves:

Landscapes of moods, of sensations… and here it is—the unfolding drama: Time, the River! The musician need only touch the keyboard—immersing himself in the magic

of Creation—when his inspired fingers, seemingly independent of their master,

submit to another will entirely: a higher power. And only

the dispassionate algorithms of the mysteries of compositional technique can

exert the necessary control—ensuring that, without "reinventing the wheel," he creates

something unpretentious and logical—something that feels as though it has

already been heard somewhere before, perhaps in fragments, or reminds one of

something familiar—yet, in its essence, feels entirely new:

exclusive, uplifting, and positive—even if musical quotes

do happen to emerge. But that, too, occurs independently of the author's will—it simply

happens, as the saying goes:

"The hand simply fell into place."

And all these musical images were born in a single impulse, without pause, within that

span of time. And now, I feel an absolute need to share this thought: that one must live *within* time—

never rewinding it. If a memory surfaces, or if a wave of nostalgia washes over you,

do not attempt to "play it back"—it is a futile waste of both time and emotional energy.

That train has already left the station; the deed is done. You must move forward!

And so, that line—a quote from our national anthem—burst forth of its own accord:

"And so, we managed to board the train, and now we move along with it—calmly and confidently—"

"with the entire rolling stock." Yet, should the need arise to jump off, one must remember

that the next time around, it will be a different train entirely. It may be heading in a

direction quite contrary to your preferences; likewise, the speed of delivery and the conditions

for the safe transport of your "cargo" will surely have changed. This, you must remember!

So let us live long lives! And let us always remain *within* time. So be it!