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õîðîøî îáíîâèëè ñòàðåíüêóþ òåìó, äâèãàåò :22:

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Î÷åíü êðàñèâî))) Îáå âåðñèè ïîíðàâèëèñü))) Ñïàñèáî îãðîìíîå.

Ñêó÷íîâàòûå ðàáîòû,íî âòîðîé ðåìèêñ âñ¸ æå áóäåò ïîèíòåðåñíåå

Øåäåâðàëüíåå ðåìèêñà Øèìóñà Õàäæà íà ñåãîäíÿ ëó÷øå ÿ íå ñëûøàë. Ñïàñèáî çà îçíàêîìëåíèå!

Êàê-òî íå îñîáî ðåìèêñû çàöåïèëè) Âîêàë êîíå÷íî âå÷åí)

Îõàðàêòåðèçîâûâàòü âîêàë äóìàþ íå ñòîèò, âñå è òàê â êóðñå. Äà, ðèòìè÷åñêàÿ ÷àñòü ïîëíîñòüþ ãàðìîíèðóåò ñ âîêàëîì, íà îäíîé íîòå è ïî íàñòðîåíèþ, íî ðåáÿò, ýòî âåäü ñîâñåì íå òàíöåâàëüíûé ôîðìàò...

îäèí èç òåõ êëàññè÷åñêèõ õèòîâ, íà êîòîðîé ïîñëå ïåðâîãî ðåëèçà íå áûëî íè îäíîãî ðåìèêñà, ñïîñîáíîãî ïðåâçîéòè îðèãèíàë, ìíîãèå äî ñèõ ïîð èãðàþò âåðñèþ Seamus Haji The city feels clean this time of night Just empty streets and me walking home To clear my head I know it came as no surprise …I'm affected more than I had guessed On what was said If this love's not meant to be If a heart's not ready to open If we make it I won't see How It's broken It's the quiet time before the dawn And I'm half past making sense of it Was I wrong? Should I claim to give it all In a world where not much ever seems To last long

Ñïàñèáî çà ïîñò ïåðâûé ðåìèêñ ïîíðàâèëñÿ,âîçüìó áóäó ñëóøàòü

Âîêàë áóäåò æèòü âå÷íî!!! Ïåðâàÿ âåðñèÿ åùå íè÷å! Ñïàñèáî Ñàø!!!

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