Общительности ему не занимать. Этим летом с друзьями задумали группу в стиле джаз-рок. Назвались "Little did I mention".
Всё лето репетировали на синтезаторе, эл. гитаре, саксофоне и губной гармошке.
Написал текст к одной композиции на английском:
Illusions and reality
I say that, when I want to say this
And even if I want war – I get peace
I’m tired to be inside of this iron cage
It’s like reading the right book, but the wrong page
Sitting in the corner, talking ‘bout a death
It seems I’ve chosen right direction, but the wrong path
I’m dying ‘cos of helmet, I am wearing on my head
It’s difficult to choose between the good and the bad
You think it doesn’t make any sense? Well I do
I will become your best friend, but then I’ll stab you
‘Cos I’m not talking ‘bout my death – it’s my life
Today is the day of the sun – it means that they will not arrive
*Chorus*
Illusions and reality are combined
People can’t see it. People are blind.
If you will see it – you’ll be down on your knees
Truth is what at the moment truth is
*Chorus*
I feel like…being Judas, crying on a dance floor
Can’t stop doing it - I just want more and more
Look at life through pink glasses and through orange eyes
People just can’t wait to see another sunrise
Analyze…How many people have you killed today?
One? Two? Three? Four? Doesn’t matter anyway…
I feel good, when you feel bad
I’m gonna burn the power, that you never had
I’m eating spider web with a social fear
Falling from the darkness to the brightest sphere
I take away your memories and childhood dreams
You listen to my song, but it’s not what it seems…
*Chorus*
I’m calling for help – listen to my voice
It’s like hearing the call of death, but you don’t have a choice
People pray for nothing and nothing they receive
You can drink oil, with gas you can breathe
Little did I mention, people aren’t smart enough
They’re preparing for the lightest – sky has got some heavy stuff
Where are rights and where is choice? I can’t feel in the air
Spirit of the truth is near – everywhere and anywhere
I keep doing it – I keep searching the light
The question stays of what is wrong and what is right
Chaos of the mind destroys the brain
Walking on the water is for us the main
*Chorus two times*
‘Cos – because
‘bout - about
