About Songwriter Shablia Vladimir

Biography of songwriter, composer, poet Volodymyr Shablia.
Singer-songwriter, composer, poet, arranger, author of romantic instrumental music and lyric love songs Volodymyr Shablia was born on 1964. My Russian and Ukrainian melodious songs are in different styles. My songs are patriotic and joking, about love and life.
I look for a Music Producers, arrangers and performers of my songs and instrumental music.
The first songs are written in 1986.
In the period of 1988-2000 I have made songs to a guitar, performed them on concerts, creative evenings etc.
2001 - for a present tense I have created songs, arrange them. I have made computer treatment, participated in competitions, registered of copyrights on songs and music.
Right through my life I have loved music and especially songs: to listen, sing, play. I began to invent songs in 22 years, when fallen in love the first time. That was mutual, but doomed love. I very wanted to express, imprint my contradictory senses in melodies. I attempted to invent songs. I liked my first songs. They seemed to me sincere and beautiful. But my girlfriend did not hear my songs because I was taken away in an army.
I decided that so had been appointed God. I did not interfere in my girlfriend’s life plan, despite there was no place for me in it. One of the first my naive songs I have brought to your attention. It is a song «My sweet».
In an army my creation stopped beating. There was only one aim – to survive in wolfish terms and do not grow into a wolf.
After an army I have felt freedom again. Freedom has become yet greater, than before the army. I inhaled it with complete breast, dipped in the whirlpool of sanguineous life in the bloom of forces! Certainly, I wanted again to invent, write, yell loudly about that, how life is wonderful! But I needed to choose a further way in life. I asked God to help me. My emotional state at this time is reflected in the song and instrumental composition «Help me, my God!»
The next there was a period of intensive activity on all fronts practically. It seemed to me that I would be able to do everything. I believed, that everything come for me. I thought that nothing and nobody will be able to stop me. Indeed, I had done a great deal then. I wanted to work yet more. And the most important – my most intensive love came to me. The love was unrestrained, uncompromising, crazy and desirable. It captured me fully. At the peak of the love the most beautiful, intelligent and kind-hearted girl in the world (so it seemed to me thereat, and it seems now) married me.
About 10 happy and difficult years together with my wife allowed me to invent greater part of my songs and instrumental compositions. From one side, songs and music were expression of my emotions. From other side, songs and music helped us to save wonderful sense from domestic fuss. Songs of this period are «Waltz for you», «Roses do not smell in my garden», «So be it!», «Queen of stars» and many other.
Unfortunately (or fortunately), everything finishes in this life. To replace the past, present and future comes. In my life the sense of protest against an attempt to do me under the generally accepted standards came instead of love. Once, when emotions crossed through an edge, I grew into the «Russian bear», began to destroy everything around. In my soul, which is always open widely for love and is ready to love, a vacuum appeared.
Soon a vacuum was filled new love which was as a «delusion» (one of songs of this period is so named). As well as any real love, this sense was accompanied both wonderful emotions and enormous troubles. The real shock became a culmination of the story for all of participants of «love triangle». But on an output there was unique, enigmatic, aching feeling of the flight interrupted on a peak. Maybe you will feel the same senses, listening the song «Broken dreams».
Now in relation to love I am in the stage of some breathing space, calm. Emotions on the verge of good sense I don’t have now. Although senses of gratitude and thanks to my favorite women remained in my soul. I am thankful them for the «storm of senses», which these three wonderful (each one's own way) women complimented with me. These bright senses remained and, apparently, will remain for all my life.


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