22 December 2012
In the swimming pool, while inhaling chlorine,
my biggest fear was being a number two through the eyes of the folk.
In early 90's while sniffing coke, my only desire was to tell "I love you, my dear" and then to choke.
And now that I'm ash,
I sing my story, from childhood to hell
With a violin under my chin,
A smile on the gray gates,
Counting the colors of Grasse' fields,
Painting a midget life in flat notes and grotesque cries.
Ballad Of The Average Soaked • Opuss № I