🎭 This week, I ended up taking part in something that wasn’t just a challenge — it turned into a full-on emotional battle between two people.I won’t name names — those who need to understand will.💥 I felt pretty drained afterward...🛠️ So I decided to remake one of my Dad’s old songs —this time, in Shnurov’s style, just to lift my own spirits a bit.🤘 Maybe it’ll lift yours too — the lyrics really hit the moment.✨ Let’s try to live in peace and share bright energy and emotions.

We all need that now more than ever. 🙌💚

One day, walking down the road,

I saw Truth barely dragging her feet.

Death hovered just above her,

Shadowing her like a final breath.

People saw her and scattered in fear,

Throwing mud with minds too small.

They couldn’t stand her presence near —

She was too real, too raw for all.

And right beside her, mocking low,

Glided Proud Lie, dressed in glow.

She whispered comfort, fake delight,

Feeding hopes with sugar light.

Dreams burned brighter than the sun,

Leading souls where none return.

Faces blurred in endless night —

No love survived that blinding flight.

But people don’t care what comes next —

They live for now, no deeper quest.

While Truth keeps wandering alone,

Awaiting her final breath and rest.

Truth disappears into silence...

Однажды как-то на дороге

Случилось истину узреть.

Она едва тащила ноги,

Над головой витала смерть.

А люди истину боялись

И разбегались кто куда,

И грязью в истину кидались

От недалекoго ума.

А рядом, словно бы в насмешку,

Ложь горделивая плыла.

Любовь, надежду расточала

И ублажала как могла.

Мечты пылали ярче солнца

И в даль бездонную вели,

Где расплывались души, лица,

В потемках не было любви.

Но людям наплевать что будет,

Для них есть миг-сейчас,

А истина все ходит, блудит

И ждет последний смертный час.