“Antique watches” - a new product from Arthur Khalatov has been released

Arthur Khalatov presented a new song in the style of chanson

“Antique Clock” is a work with lyrics by Arthur Kencheshaov and music by Arthur Besaev.

“The theme of love is inexhaustible,” says Arthur Khalatov @artur_halatov, - there is always something to say, something to think about... This composition sings about the mercilessness of time towards our feelings, about the fleetingness of happiness. The arrows move inexorably, shaping new stories and giving us life lessons that are very expensive...
The song "Old Clock" is filled with deep meaning, and I am sure that the audience will feel and love it. Enjoy listening to everyone! "

The single is already available on digital platforms and on our website.

Lyrics of Artur Khalatov's song "Old Clock"

Antique clock on the train station square
Seconds were counted for us, but they took years
Love seemed to us some kind of perfect
But time all ours are broken forever

And the arrows on the wall don't remember us
They rush to new meetings of now others
Hearts in love do not watch
But the old clock looks into it

We lost our time
And the arrows didn't translate
My salvation and burden
Hours of Wounded Love

We lost our time
Where can we find him now
Hours of love, longing and faith
Now pounding in my chest

Antique clock on the train station square
As if our youth were taken somewhere
Now looking at them with sad eyes
We invented our own time zone with you

Let time on hand squeeze our wrists
Crazy love is over for us
I was your guest and fleeting happiness
Passers-by that asked you: What time is it

We lost our time
And the arrows didn't translate
My salvation and burden
Hours of Wounded Love

We lost our time
Where can we find him now
Hours of love, longing and faith
Now pounding in my chest

We lost our time
And the arrows didn't translate
My salvation and burden
Hours of Wounded Love

We lost our time
Where can we find him now
Hours of love, longing and faith
Now pounding in my chest

Hours of love, longing and faith
Now pounding in my chest