Droplets
One
Droplet
Is
Enough
To disturb
The sleeping
Water
Ok
Droplets
Droplets, droplets
Droplets, droplets, droplets
A stubborn frogling avoids the heron
Myriads of droplets billions
You start drawing maps from Ararat
You leave the side, fallen asleep on the peak
New affairs in an armored machine
Rolling down the slope through summers and winters
To stay intact you need a magazine
And whatever you may choose, your belt will leak away
But if there’s an action – honor awaits you
Even if no one knows, you know the main thing about shame
Individual can only be codependent
Only a paranoid is a successful candidate
All you really need is your own format
Abrasion multiplies, it’s an outrage
Is Europe over? Long live Eurasia!
Desynchrony in ideas brings dissonance
If you stay devoted, there’s always a chance for Renaissance
Weakness in reflection, a shot with defeat
Out of detection, wandering in thought
You build a bridge – and trolls will gather there
Only your own will is under your control
Under the built bridge the droplets dwell
In a honey barrel strange droplets take shape
Ice and droplets – and they are already chilled
Your neck is a rake for them
Hands on the device until the very last droplet
In joy and in sorrow, droplets shine in corners
Droplets of blood – and they are already limp
Farewell, herons
Skomorohi, 18.09.2025
Music: STEEGLEE
Video: A_Listratov