Dukat je prljav, jer dugo se kuje, nema on više ni malo struje, promenio je ruku sijaset, kada se okrene, a ono...

Dosta je bilo, vidimo se nekom drugom prilikom, na nekom drugom svetu, a možda i na ovom, pre

Opet idu krugovi života, bića, dela, i pohota.

An oldie, remastered.

when old stories are no longer useful occasionally sublime instead of always looking in the rearview maybe just do it occasionally

Yours was the soul footsteps and breath and river all drone memories lash I trudge alone trails turned foreign paths unknown since I don't have you distant dog barking drifts by on the breeze emptiness crushes I fall to my knees…

The last couple of years have been soaked in sadness, numbness and loss, and it's not something I've tried to hide, even when making music. But I've come to realize that it's my own responsibility to lay forth the effort to find new happiness…