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Альбом второй - at first Chaos came to be 2016 г.

I didn’t notice
How long is night
When morning smote us
Smote out of spite
And I got shot by
This morning’s bright
When I stood naked
In front of height
You flare in desert
I drown in sea
But we are not hurt
Neither we’re free

We’re far away from mountains
But the sky tumbles over us
We’re not in seek of calmness
And we don’t call for peace
This dividing line had been built
And it now should be out
Wrong virtues were chosen
Now we’re suffering from this disease

Deny the order, accept the mess, an insight
Into random sequence will take you
Along the way towards the formless state
And even though if nothing ever comes to an end

You see your previous summers burning
And all your connections are falling to ashes
Feel no wistfulness when present is turning
Into water, into storm
While this world became a fact of statistic
Imagine one as hundred
And hundred as one

I train this
Symmetry
With soul as
Galaxy’s edge

With sense as bright as luminous sphere
You reached for but gave up once
But you’re doomed to look for unreal
Tough road will lead to pleasing goal
Breathing in a mess is a rescue
Lastly aimless abyss was filled up
After you gave birth to the sky
It’s a hope, It’s a fate, It’s a chaos.