The project is created by a poetess and lyricist known both as April and A Beautiful Disaster and a musician Maxim, famous for his own solo project WEX (http://wex.promodj.ru) as well as for launching the label "Atmosphere Records".
A casual announcement brought April and Maxim together, and living in the same district of the "northern city with headlights-eyes" (April described St. Petersburg with this metaphor in her poem Fate And Fortune") helped them promptly get started working on the project.
This song shows that love can be beautiful even when its story is sad, and even if it hurts you, you will still love the scars left.
The lyrics are the following:
The poison of spring has dissolved in my veins;
A second is worth both my future and past.
The more I denied my becoming insane,
The sooner insanity touched me at last.
The silence we hear is the laugh of my fate,
The soundless laugh at the one I forgot -
The yesterday's me - and the force to create
The life I portrayed. But it's less than I've got.
I love the invisible scars of my skin -
The blades of your hands are so tempting, indeed.
These words I give birth to just come from within,
Revealing the truth till the scars start to bleed.
These words cost two hours less than a night -
Mixed feelings are harder to rhyme than small talk.
Two hours more, and the things will go right
As long as I fail my deceiving the clock.
Th
It is just another version of the song
It is just a flash of satire addressed to the majority of human beings on the Earth.
The lyrics are:
You're shallow as a pool of dirt,
In which your semi-force has drowned.
Your words are pointless and absurd;
You spread your helplessness around.
You hide behind your ego brand,
You contradict your each demand.
You're freedom-proof, yet still aware
Of all the grieves of your position.
Wipe out the rust of your despair -
Your brand is someone else's mission!
Your programmed life has gone astray,
Your days are like a failed replay.
It is a story about two people who cannot live without each other, but cannot live with each other as well. It shows the true tragedy that love can bring along with its pleasures and beauty.
The lyrics:
Finally
She drank a bit
From an empty glass of wine,
Finally
The pieces fit,
Yet they fail at matching fine.
Endlessly
Her sore red eyes
Turn to vast but shallow lakes,
Endlessly
She'll pay the price
For her salty sweet mistake.
Finally
He found his core
In her pointless rotting grief,
Finally
He craved for more
When she cursed his fake beliefs.
Endlessly
The heart explodes
In the weakened burning fists.
Endlessly...
And so it goes
Due to feelings-catalysts.
Hearts. Spades.
Wars. Games.
Spades. Wars.
It goes round, and round, and round
Behind the locked black door.
They. Endlessly.
Finally
He found his core,
Yet they fail at matching fine.
Luckily,
She craves for more
Than an empty glass of wine.
Hearts. Spades.
Wars. Games.
Spades. Wars.
It goes round, and round, and round
Behind the locked black door.
They. Endlessly.