Hello, brothers and sisters, Hivians. I am joining the Vibes music competition again week 31. In the two previous entries I performed American songs and the thing is that it feels like when singing foreign songs my voice has a completely different type of behavior and it feels like it is much weaker and the power is small, besides, the quality was deteriorating when recording. I noticed that my voice has more power on songs in my native language. And so this time I decided to experiment and sing a song in the language of the land I come from. But still everything is according to the rules of the community as far as this week's theme song is the 2000s, I chose a song that was forced in 2005 and the author of which is the singer Scriabin, maybe you have heard it before because he is quite popular in his circles. Unfortunately, he is no longer alive, but Ukrainian people still pay tribute to him every year. All his songs have always had such a rebellious and philosophical character, they always carry some kind of multifaceted essence. Often sad and scary, the songs make you think about things in the world around us and about life in general. Like this song in particular, which I present today. It is called "Old Photos", and it conveys the true essence of life so metaphorically, quite pessimistically about children's illusory dreams and rose-colored glasses, just hypocritical scales and the breakdown of this about the realities of adult life. When not everything happens as you imagined and came up with in childhood, some plans are sometimes covered with a copper basin. And when I sang that song, a few lines in it made me specifically sad and horrified. For example, about the fact that "we were waiting for the moment when the world would fall at our feet" but time stubbornly counted the years and everyone did it as they knew how. And also in the first verse there was this phrase "someone let go, someone raised up, and on someone else time gave a shit". All these words pierce so deeply and you think about your goals and what you do every day. Do you hold back until you reach that point of maximum speed at which the plane takes off? Or do you just console yourself with worthless encouragement that you are doing something for your development and success, but in reality you are standing still and maybe degrading? Where is the battle, effort, struggle, war for dreams? Come on, because the clock is ticking and it may be too late. Go! I specially tried and created subtitles for the video so that the community could understand as much as possible. I hope you like my entry. Here are the lyrics and translation of the song, I also adding here.

Original text:

Здається, шо то було так давно,
Коли в руках тримаю цей альбом,
Нам було абсолютно все одно
Немаючи нічого мати всьо,
За гроші не купити тільки час,
Він всіх нас методично поділив,
Когось він опустив, когось підняв,
А є на кого взагалі забив.
Приспів:
Старі фотографії на стіл розклади,
Дитячі історії смішні розкажи
І справжнім друзям не забудь, подзвони
Бо добре чи зле, з тобою завжди вони
Дешеве пиво і сухе вино,
Робили нас щасливими людьми,
І ніби чудо польське радіо,
Нам відкривало той незнаний світ
Ми жили всі так ніби, то був сон
І можна бути вічно молодим,
А залишився тільки цей альбом,
А мрії розлетілися, як дим.
Приспів:
Ми грали примітивну музику,
Так чесно, що пробила би до сліз
Чекали, що прийде такий момент
Коли під ноги впаде цілий світ
Годинник вперто роки рахував,
І кожен так як міг так і зробив
І тільки у альбомі всі підряд
Ми будемо такими, як тоді.