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Im the Sun

‎⁨يمكن دا مش مكاني

Come Home

The White Monster Effect. - Tren Twins Edition x Animal I Have Become

IG: lave-@deadstarlave, dvrelz-@dvrelz

dulaahan uruulaaraa chi namaig unseech
(kiss me slow, with ur warm lips)
huiten hartsaaraa minii zurhiig dahin zuseech
(slit my heart again, with ur cold gaze)
dulaahan uruulaaraa chi namaig unseech
(kiss me slow, with ur warm lips)
huiten hartsaaraa minii zurhiig dahin zuseech
(u slit my heart again, with ur cold gaze)
huitend chi namaig uldee
(u leave me out here in the cold)
namaig uldee, namaig uldee
(u left me, u left me)
zuudend bi chamaig huleene
(i wait for u in my dreams)
chamaig huleene, chamaig huleene
(waitin for u, waitin for u)
zurhend chi denduu oirhon
(ur so close to my heart)
minii zurhend chinii zurh oirhon
(my heart’s tied to ur heart)
chi nadruu harna minii bodol
(u look at me n my head just spin)
ergeldej baina
(i fall again)

dvrelz:
unetei dursamjaa
(our priceless memories)
unetei dursamjaa
(our priceless memories)
nadad uldee
(leave them with me)
nadad uldee
(leave them with me)
unetei dursamjaa
(our priceless memories)
unetei dursamjaa
(our priceless memories)
nadad uldee
(leave them with me)
nadad uldee
(leave them with me)
harin uuriiguu chi awaad yw
(just take urself and go away)
hezee ch ergej haralgui
(without ever looking back)
harin uuriiguu chi awaad yw
(just take urself and go away)
hezee ch ergej haralgui, haralgui, haralgui
(without ever looking back, looking back, looking back)

bitter hesitation got my mind a race
i dont wanna talk to u i dont wanna face
cold blood blue touch i dont wanna talk yeah
i just switch up miss me when im gone yeah 

lave:

dulaahan uruulaaraa chi namaig unseech
(kiss me slow, with ur warm lips)
huiten hartsaaraa minii zurhiig dahin zuseech
(slit my heart again, with ur cold gaze) 
dulaahan uruulaaraa chi namaig unseech
(kiss me slow, with ur warm lips)
huiten hartsaaraa minii zurhiig dahin zuseech
(u slit my heart again, with ur cold gaze)

bitter hesitation (lyrics in the description)

This is not just a poetry album.
It’s a song-heart, a cry of life refusing to die in the silence of collective indifference.

Each piece here is not art for art’s sake,
but an act of survival, a fight to remain oneself
in a world that constantly demands compromise.

Every line is a breath.
Every word — a reaching out for something truly alive,
without bargaining away its truth.

This is the birth of a new style.

A style where genre doesn’t matter —
metal, electronica, jazz, lo-fi, acoustic —
the music is just a container.
A vessel for meaning, built to reach another human
as real and raw as the one who created it.

This style is called:

Extremely High Sense Capacity
(E.H.S.C.)

It’s not about form — it’s about depth.
Music that carries.
Poetry that must be heard.

And it’s also an act of dismantling borders.

Borders between people. Between cultures. Between traditions and fears.
It’s a gesture of unification.
An attempt to bring back the feeling of being human.
To restore humanness as the center of the universe —
as the thing that binds it all together.

Escape from grey

They draw angels

You are not the Sun

sky (falling for you)

Let it burn

I untangle your braids so slowly,
A question caught inside my hands:
Why do you give yourself to the winds —
Where have they taken you again?
You hide your meaning in your braids —
Why pain is needed to feel whole,
How much attention love still craves,
And who once needed your soft soul.
Can you hear—
Will you ever hear my voice?
Tell me,
Was it even both our choice?
I believe
You still recall those sacred lines—
I’ll see you finding them in dreams tonight.
And winds will wait and draw us dreams,
A path of footsteps in the sand.
And in those dreams we’ll fly so high,
Erasing borders, hand in hand—
Listen!
As souls begin to intertwine…
Just listen…
I’ll learn to ride the wind to find you,
To catch your voice among the skies.
Perhaps you never flew at all—
Perhaps the wind was always mine.
Your eyes are deeper than the heavens,
Mine have no shores, they’ve lost their bounds.
You don’t believe the ice will melt—
Then why so many snows around?


Can you hear…
Will you ever hear my name?
Tell me,
Was it ever just a game?
I believe
You still recall those sacred signs—
One day you’ll tell me how you found them in my eyes…


Your words — a gunshot through my silence,
My eyes — they burn and freeze the night.
We’re caught in webs of stranger’s numbers,
Still waiting for each other’s light…
Can you hear…
Will you ever hear… my heart?

Braids of the Wind

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

MSW creation