I walked the edge of ice where horizons stay mute,

Every step was a question with no truth to shoot.

The wind knew my name but never called me back,

I was too alive for a prewritten track.

The sky wore cracked stars like scars of time,

I learned how to breathe while the world burned alive.

If I fall — it means I’m still in flight,

If it hurts — it means I’m still alive.

I’m not a shadow. Not a dream. Not a trace.

Even in blackout rooms, I struck my own flame.

Let the ground shake, let answers stay silent —

I keep moving forward.

I keep showing up.

They told me: “Be quieter. Don’t be you.”

But silence isn’t home if your heart beats true.

I rebuilt myself from shards of “you can’t,”

Every scar whispered: “You stand.”

If the world is a cage, I’ll become the key,

If fear is the night, I’ll turn into heat.

I wasn’t designed for a straight-line parade,

I was made so the sky would look back in awe and stay.

Даже в разбитой душе

Сердце всё ещё горит

Одиночество крылья дарит

Сейчас — в небеса, готов я взлететь

I’m not a shadow. Not a dream. Not a trace.

Even in blackout rooms, I struck my own flame.

Let the ground shake, let answers stay silent —

I keep moving forward.

I keep showing up.

If you hear this, you’re not alone.

We still shine,

Even when the world can’t see the way we do,

We never fade to cold.