You think I sing of beauty deep,
Of colors tangled in the light.
You see a world that seems asleep,
And I just try to make it right.

But I don’t write to show you truth—
You’ve seen it all behind your eyes.
I write to shake the sleeping proof
That even silence sometimes cries.

I’m not revealing some new star,
You’ve seen them shining in your sky.
I only mirror what you are,
So you remember not to die.

Hope is a silent, delicate sound,
A lonely note in a sky so wide.
But truth is a chord, full and unbound—
Too real for a price one could decide.

And maybe you forgot the song
That used to echo through your bones—
But it was never truly gone,
It waits where no one walks alone.

Truth is a chord, too wild, too bright —
Too real to price, too true to buy.
It lives in fire, in storm, in night—
Too honest for a painted lie.

Too Honest for a Lie

Man → Signal → Wave
For many years I’ve been immersed in creativity — writing poetry, exploring philosophy, creating music. Always outside the mainstream, deep in the underground, in opposition to the boundaries that hinder growth. This is not protest for the sake of protest — it’s a search for truth through negation. Not protest — but a statement of fact.

I know what freedom is. Freedom is the will shared with someone like you. Freedom is the ability to be honest.

My music is the music of my soul — just like yours. It is not bound by styles or notes. Its purpose is to be a vessel for meaning, passed from one soul to another — regardless of language, faith, or place on the planet. If we understand each other, we are one. We are on the same wave. We are the wave.

To look into the soul, you don’t need a microscope. You need a telescope. But whether that’s true or not — is your personal choice. This is your Universe.

Много лет я в творчестве — пишу стихи, философствую, создаю музыку. Всегда вне мейнстрима, в полном андеграунде и в противостоянии рамкам, которые мешают развитию. Это не протест ради протеста, а поиск истины от противного. Не протест — а констатация факта.

Я знаю, что такое свобода. Свобода — это воля, разделённая с таким, как ты. Свобода — это возможность быть честным.

Моя музыка — это музыка моей души, такой же, как и твоя. Она не ограничена стилями или нотами. Её цель — быть контейнером для смысла, который передаётся от одной души к другой — вне зависимости от языка, веры или места на планете. Если мы понимаем друг друга — мы одно целое. Мы на одной волне. Мы — волна.

Too Honest for a Lie

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