Ethnic dubstep with a heavy beat, dotted drums, dry percussion and Altai throat-melodies layered on a low drone; the verse is delivered in a choppy manner, with a rumbling bass and raspy overtones, the pre-chorus becomes more intense, with rising tones and muffled growls, and the chorus is powerful, with distorted sub-hits and unison chanting. BPM 130 . Yatga-style plucked chords, reverse riffs, bone-rattling transitions, and a crisp, wide mix with a dark, earthy center.
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Frost on the ground,
Everything’s ice, cold and hard.
Only in dreams,
I hear the spring’s soft start.
Snow falls like a wall,
All day long, no end at all.
But behind that wall,
April stands, waiting tall.
[Chorus]
He’s coming, bringing spring so bright,
Scattering clouds, pure white light.
When we look into his eyes,
Melancholy meets our sighs.
Doors will open, come inside,
Sit down now — don’t stand with pride.
In his eyes, the sun’s alive,
Sun’s alive, sun’s alive.
[Instrumental Interlude]
[Verse 2]
Wounds on my skin,
Heavy steps, hard to begin.
But in my chest,
A burning star won’t rest.
April will die, then be reborn,
Rise again, a new dawn sworn.
He will come, and stay, forlorn,
Stay forever, hope adorned.
[Chorus]
He’s coming, bringing spring so bright,
Scattering clouds, pure white light.
When we look into his eyes,
Melancholy meets our sighs.
Doors will open, come inside,
Sit down now — don’t stand with pride.
In his eyes, the sun’s alive,
Sun’s alive, sun’s alive.
[Outro]