Вот, взяли такую манеру - конкурс талантов проводить у нас в городе... В этом году он будет проходить в ПЕД институте, называться "Talanted show", и фишка в том, что номер должен быть на английском....
Причём тут я? :))) Да вот - подумал, написал рэп на английском языке. :) Припев пока не готов, но до конкурса осталось 5 дней... блин, я от одной мысли волнуюсь! :))))
Kelebro - Just
He\'s on the floor. Nobody to listen him
He dream about glory on this scene.
He\'s rapping like in front of full stadium.
He dream about. He thinks that ready.
Go to the casting, in mind that he\'s best.
Don\'t afraid of anyone - he\'s like in rest.
Reading, like the last time in his life.
Critics are surprised - it\'s his night.
To the next level, lefted all in back.
From the top, going home, to his flat.
His clothes wet, emotions - to the limit.
That minute...He won\'t forget this feeling.
It was singing, it was better than any drug.
On the stage with microphone. He was rock.
In waiting of big cash that he win.
The cash is singing. On big scene.
Time is going. That day is coming.
No emotions, stresses, but he is lying.
Alredy behind the scene - arms are heavy.
No way back. But he don\'t ready!!!
Compere called his name - people are exgausted.
He is afraid to go. His mind is losted,
Going forvard, cause somebody push him.
He want to scream, late for his rhytm.
Stay on the scene, It can\'t be real! How?
They joke, But the clock still dont run out.
Forgot about problems and just sing.
He is in heaven again, it\'s like dream!
Look around - under his legs is ground!
He loose himself in the music sound.
Clock\'s run out. Song is finished now.
Everybody shocked - "more!!!!" had sceamed crowd.