Do you remember how you clawed
my back and whispered in my ear
about love, her might, her eon?
We stained concept of love. I’m not
a happy without you…

At the end of the ball evening remains only smell of princess, the warmth of her palms and finger-prints on coat. This is very few to live it. The clock on the tower, beneath which we kissed one last time, has struck the old days. The dial is covered with dust. And if the bell sounds, it’s just a worrying heartbeat after midnight.

Учусь в школе. Песенки пишу самостоятельно. Занимаюсь этим в свободное время. Дома.

Не хочу сдавать экзамены. Мечтаю о синтезаторе и хорошем микрофоне.