We live in the rhythm of the city,
In the rhythm of noisy and soulless streets.
We’re like crows in this city,
As if we know all answers indeed.
As if we know all sacred secrets
And keep them under the barn lock.
Our steps are all non-casual
And our feelings are secrets to block.
We’re constantly running, we’re rushing somewhere,
Accelerating just every day.
As if we’re afraid of not making it there,
Losing all here along the way.
We live in the rhythm of the city.
It’s time for us to stop.
At least for a moment to look at us
And appear, appear for short.
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 4:31 PM UTC
We live in the rhythm of the city,
In the rhythm of noisy and soulless streets.
We’re like crows in this city,
As if we know all answers indeed.
As if we know all sacred secrets
And keep them under the barn lock.
Our steps are all non-casual
And our feelings are secrets to block.
We’re constantly running, we’re rushing somewhere,
Accelerating just every day.
As if we’re afraid of not making it there,
Losing all here along the way.
We live in the rhythm of the city.
It’s time for us to stop.
At least for a moment to look at us
And appear, appear for short.
