"Feng, what did you say? You want me to get you a musician to record your songs?" Kirilenko is puzzled. If Feng Yu wants to write a few songs for Elena, he can just get someone to write it. But why does Feng Yu sound like he wants to write his own songs?
But shouldn't he write his own songs directly? Why is he getting someone to record it?
"A few melodies appeared in my mind. I will hum it and get someone to record it down." Although Feng Yu knows how to play the guitar, he does not have the ability to write out a song. Unless he plays every note on the guitar, it will be too troublesome.
"Do you need it now?"
"Yes. I am afraid I will forget it later. By the way, I also need a translator. I always feel that something is missing when translating the Chinese lyrics I wrote into Russian. "
"Ok. Wait for a while. I will make a call."
An hour later, a white-haired old man alighted from the helicopter and entered Kirilenko's Opera House. There are translators in the Opera House.
"Feng, this is Moscow's famous musician, Mr. Pudovkin. You just need to sing it once, and he will write out the entire song."
Feng Yu starts to whistle a song, and Pudovkin did not pay much attention to it. But after listening to a few parts, his eyes brighten up.
This melody is too beautiful, and it is a Russian song. Is it really written by Hua Xia?
After Feng Yu finished playing, Pudovkin sat beside the piano and started playing without any hesitation. Feng Yu closed his eyes to listen, and the melody is exactly the same as what Pudovkin had played earlier. This is awesome!
Feng Yu continued to play another song, and Pudovkin memorized it immediately. He memorized two songs consecutively and did not mess up at all.
After recording three songs, Feng Yu stopped. Feng Yu has a deep impression of Hua Xia's songs. There are a total of four songs.
"Birch Forest", "Lake Baikal", "Ten Minutes of a Lifetime", "Moscow Dusk", one by Pu Shu, two by Li Jian, and one by Shuimu Nian Hua were all authentic Soviet styles. Of course, they could also be said to be Russian styles.
Feng Yu had already sung "The White Birch Forest", but the remaining three songs had yet to be released.
For the sake of Elena, Feng Yu might have to pretend to be a songwriter again.
After a while, the translator came over with the Chinese lyrics that Feng Yu had given him and gave the translated lyrics to Feng Yu. Feng Yu took a look. There were indeed a few differences from his translation. After all, Feng Yu was not a professional translator. Perhaps it was a synonym, but the meaning it conveyed was completely different.
When Feng Yu sang the lyrics of "Lake Baikal" in Russian, Pudovkin was playing the piano with an enjoyable look on his face.
After the song, Pudovkin clapped and asked: "Mr Feng, this song is nice, but it doesn't suit your voice. Do you mind if I let someone else sing this song?"
Damn! I am being looked down upon!
Fine. Feng Yu admitted that his voice was not good. Furthermore, these songs were sung for Elena, and her voice was much better than his.
"Mr Pudovkin, I had written this song for someone else. I'm sorry."
Pudovkin was agitated. "Mr Feng, you must find the right person to sing this song. If not, it will not be good!"
Feng Yu waved to Elena, who was sitting at the side. Elena walked over quickly.
"Elena, sing a few lines for Mr Pudovkin."
Elena could not remember everything, but she still sang along with the music. Pudovkin's eyes brighten up. Elena's voice is perfect for this song. Are these songs written for her? She can sing like this after listening to it once? She must be a genius.
Pudovkin listened to Feng Yu sing all three songs, and after that, he changed the lyrics a little and sang it again.
Although the translator was a professional, he does not understand music. Some words had the same meaning, but the pronunciation was slightly different. After changing the lyrics, the songs became better.
"Thank you, Mr Pudovkin, for your help. Please help us arrange the songs. After we have collected enough songs for an album, we will release the album for her. "
Nowadays, singers are no longer releasing their albums with old records. Even cassette tapes are much lesser. Most of their albums are CDs and DVDs. Of course, not every song can be used as an MV. Only the main songs can be used. If not, the production cost will be too high.
"No problem. Leave the rest of the songs to me. I will help her write them, or get a friend to write a song that suits the style of these songs and make it into an album for her. Young lady, are you interested in joining my company? "Pudovkin couldn't help but try to recruit a talent.
Kirilenko raised his eyebrows. "Mr. Pudovkin, don't you think she looks familiar? Let me remind you. She is a dancer. "
Dancer? She can sing and dance well? Stop joking. Wait. Could it be her?
"She is the ballet dancer, Elena?!"
Pudovkin was disappointed. Elena was already the lead dancer of one of the best ballet companies in the world and had reached the pinnacle of her career. Why would she join his company as a new singer?
Elena shook Feng Yu's arm. She is looking forward to Pudovkin's invitation. Pudovkin is a famous musician in Russia and Eastern Europe.
Feng Yu said. "Mr Pudovkin, although Elena cannot join your company, she can be your student as long as you are willing to teach her."
Pudovkin was overjoyed. "Of course. I am willing to teach her everything I know. Her voice is one of the best I have ever heard. Sir, are you interested in providing us with high-quality songs in the long run? "
Feng Yu rolled his eyes. What's with that look? Do I look like someone who sells songs for a living?
Pudovkin saw Feng Yu's attitude and knew what Feng Yu is thinking. He sighed. "Hua Xia is indeed a genius. I had heard a song called 'White Birch Forest'. It is very beautiful. I heard it was written by a high school student named Hua Xia. Do you know him?"
Feng Yu could not help but feel proud to be praised by a famous Russian musician.
Before Feng Yu said anything, Elena interrupted. "Teacher, that song is also written by Mr. Feng." After saying that, she looked at Feng Yu with admiration. This made Feng Yu feel even prouder.
Pudovkin's eyes opened wide. This person in front of him is that talented young man? He is so talented in music. Why does he sound like he does not want to be a singer? What a pity!
"I guarantee that in three months, Eleena's singing ability will improve by leaps and bounds! At that time, she can start recording her album. "
Feng Yu laughed. "Thank you, Mr Pudovkin."
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