Стимпанк Крокодил и Суно. Когда часы пробьют полночь

Стимпанк Крокодил When the Clock Strikes Midnight The gaslight paints the room in gold and shade, We smile and dance, but secrets never fade. A whisper here, a glance across the floor, Each hidden truth we keep behind the door. The chandelier spins slow like time itself, While someone’s future turns upon a shelf. And somewhere in the crowd, a hand extends, A folded note with wax that never bends. One word inside can break a deep-rooted tie, Rewrite the story in a single sigh. This night is woven from the things we hide, From letters sealed and promises denied. A single line can change the course of fate, As clocks keep turning, never stopping late. Beneath the velvet and the gleaming lace, Lives a secret waiting to erase a face. She laughs so loud, but her eyes look far away, He stands alone, the mask his only shield today. They pass so close, yet worlds apart remain, While steam curls up like smoke across the pane. The automaton moves with measured grace, Delivering a message no one dares to trace. A trembling hand unfolds the brittle page, And time itself seems frozen in that gaze. No sound but ticking clocks and rustling silk, As one decision splits the night in two. This night is woven from the things we hide, From letters sealed and promises denied. A single line can change the course of fate, As clocks keep turning, never stopping late. Beneath the velvet and the gleaming lace, Lives a secret waiting to erase a face. One moment — just a slip of paper, thin, But it will pull the threads of all within. It won’t shout out, it won’t ring any bell, It’ll whisper through the ballroom like a spell. And when the clock strikes midnight, clear and cold, You’ll know the world you knew has been unrolled. They’ll still be dancing when the news arrives, Unseen, unheard, but changing all our lives. No grand explosion, no dramatic fall, Just one small word that shakes the grand hall. Tomorrow, someone will be gone from here, And this night will be the last we hold so dear. This night is woven from the things we hide, From letters sealed and promises denied. A single line can change the course of fate, As clocks keep turning, never stopping late. Beneath the velvet and the gleaming lace, Lives a secret that will never let us trace. The clock ticks on… The note is read… And nothing stays the same. #aimusic #cabaret #darkcabaret #suno #музыка #кабаре #суно #steampunk #стимпанк #fairy #сказка #android #robot #love #secret #андроид #робот #любовь #тайна #измена #маска