Текст песни
Some phrases, overwhelmed by feeling's flame
Require a recitative — that’s its true name
A more developed musical form, you see
Is unnatural, often not pretty
Recitative’s speech, pushed to the edge
Elevated to expressive ledge
With precise rhythm, a measured beat
And a touch of naivety sweet
It marks the rise and fall of voice
A delicate, controlled choice
Loosen your tie, clear your throat
Let your hair fall — speak your note
Dry recitative keeps time in four
A steady beat, and nothing more
Accompaniment — fragments of eternity
Without figures, lacking melody
It’s just a guide for pitch, for tune
To match the tone, to fit the room
Punctuation highlights, clear and trim
A minimal melodic hymn
Change of key reflects a change of thought
A subtle shift in what’s been wrought
And if you don’t understand
Don’t swap your hot dog for a sausage in your hand
Some phrases, bursting with intense hue
Demand a recitative—their truthful cue
More complex music feels too contrived
But recitative’s raw and truly alive
