От Серафима Альбом первый - 70 cm³ of Your Chest 2015 г.
Night sky express nothing for me Neither stars or planets or nebulae Star dusts within mean nothing All these are crumbles exepting one This one became an element Keeping short hours inside Hours separated thousands light-years Torturing with their distance
I desired to set myself on pulsars of Kochab Drink its helium, to dive into hydrogen I wish these hours belong to me We've found it and left unhidden