Un bout de lune

Un éclat de nuit

Le monde sous la brume

S'endort sans un bruit

Un carreau de verre

Un peu d'or fondu

Pour lier la terre

Aux rêves perdus

Regarde de loin

La fresque s'éclaire

Dessinée au creux de la main

Des éclats de craie

Une touche de safran

L'ombre des forêts

Figée dans le temps

Un morceau de miroir

Où le jour se pose

Pour lier le soir

Aux nuances de rose

Regarde de loin

La fresque s'éclaire

Dessinée au creux de la main

I did a more dynamic piece this week, with no drums, and a lot of velocity changes. It's kind of orchestral but with a mixture of synth work, and very uplifting melodic passages. It's beautiful, kind of free flowing, and full of sparkle. I kind of like it, and i hope you do too. Enjoy!

I got my friend her

9 millimeter

Driving out with Pyotr

Thru the city no eyes on meter

I get a phone call from my chieftain

On my nokia 3000

There’s a fucker who doesn’t pay respect

I put my foot right on the accel

In the trunk my axel

Bloody from my previous excursion

I say to Pyotr don’t go easy

Not even lemon squeezy

Make him queasy

Then steal his yeezys

Yo yo 

9mm

Yo yo

Thru St Peters

Yo yo

9mm

Yo yo

Rest in pieces 

We pull up to mansion

House with expansion

Pyotr is freezing cold from the tension

He open door in bathrobe

cool looking no shameful

But his taste is tracksuit from discount

I say "my friend, you owe the boss man"

He say "I have no cash, man"

So we take his tv, Polish plasma

Now he's crying like babushka

Missing his Bazooka

We drive off bumping Brakeluska

Yo yo 

9mm

Yo yo

Thru St Peters

Yo yo

9mm

Yo yo

Rest in pieces 

DIDNT FINISH MY LYRICS