Soft Like Sin

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You're Coward

La seule

Breather

I opened the door — did I even think?
Of stories carved in every link?
Or was I just cold, or tired, or numb,
Dreaming of silence, a bed to succumb?
A nice old carpet, soft and proud,
Long halls where whispers aren’t too loud.
Each door I passed could hold a tale,
But only silence marked the trail.

No footsteps, no voices, no clinking plates,
Just time standing still behind the gates.
Born in peace, yet built on ash —
You breathed in slow, with quiet flash.

🎶 1922 — and winter’s at the door,
He doesn’t knock, he’s heard before.
With leaves still clinging, cold and thin,
And something strange beneath the skin.
1922 — I felt your spine,
Old wooden bones in fading shine.
I came for sleep, I stayed for lore —
1922, with winter at the door. 🎶

Rapallo ink still wet with trust,
And Walther fell into the dust.
Insulin saved, the Irish cried,
While quiet hands built you with pride.
Mussolini rose, raw goods ran dry,
But still you reached toward the sky.
Brick by brick, you took your stand,
A shelter shaped by human hand.

What did I want? A pillow, a prayer?
Just steam on glass and cleaner air?
But I found a century dressed in dust,
And walls that whisper: “feel, don’t trust.”

🎶 1922 — and winter’s at the door,
He waits like he has waited before.
A suitcase packed with frost and light,
And stories hidden from the night.
1922 — you held me tight,
Through autumn’s end and morning white.
And when I left, I knew much more —
1922, with winter at the door. 🎶

It was a sunny morning. But cold.
He stood there.
Winter.
Not unkind. Not loud.
With surprises in his bag.
But spring came,
and one by one...
they melted.
And in the summer… they were gone.

1922 (Deep House Version)

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Gold

Nights to weep

Тени в углах, где кричит тишина,
Слёзы на полу, душа пустота.
Мир под ногами, но он не мой,
Каждый шаг впереди — шаг в бой.

Где свет? Я его не вижу.
Льёт дождь, сердце стало ниже.
Крик в груди, туман на пути,
Сквозь боль пытаюсь уйти.

Зеркало треснуло, взгляд не тот,
Кто я теперь? Ответа нет.
Руки дрожат, душа горит,
В этом огне моя жизнь спит.

Часы замерли, время застыло,
Всё, что было, уже уплыло.
Душа кричит, но нету слов,
В темноте ищу любовь.

Холод в груди, тени вокруг,
Город молчит, замкнутый круг.
Где ты, спасение? Где твой свет?
Ночь забирает последний ответ.

Где свет? Я его не вижу.
Льёт дождь, сердце стало ниже.
Крик в груди, туман на пути,
Сквозь боль пытаюсь уйти.

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Translation:

Shadows in the corners where silence screams,
Tears on the floor, soul emptiness.
The world is underfoot, but it is not mine
Each step ahead is a step into the battle.

Where is the light? I don't see him.
It rains, the heart has become lower.
Screaming in the chest, fog in the way,
I try to leave through the pain.

The mirror cracked, the look is not the same
Who am I now? There is no answer.
Hands tremble, the soul burns,
In this fire, my life is sleeping.

The clock froze, time froze,
Everything that was already sailed away.
The soul shouts, but there are no words
I am looking for love in the dark.

Cold in the chest, shadows around,
The city is silent, a vicious circle.
Where are you, salvation? Where is your light?
The night takes the last answer.

Where is the light? I don't see him.
It rains, the heart has become lower.
Screaming in the chest, fog in the way,
I try to leave through the pain.

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text/music: Daimalra © 2025

Тёмный путь (Dark Path)

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