Wait for me
When I’ll be jumping over the fence towards your side
To be able to help me
So I don't bruise my knees.
Lazare, you are a child to play with
You are a tiny little man,
How is it over there?
Is it nice?
I miss you, I miss you
Lazare. X 2
It’s winter, let’s play…
Hide or seek, hide or chase me,
Lazare, you are a child to play with
You are a tiny little man,
How is it over there?
Is it nice?
Savant-garde, almost-sacred, deep - yet narrow. An archaic, repetitive scribble with a hypnotic quality. Skopje’s underground is a cold, lonely place (and the walls are screaming) Ako nikoj ne sviri
Dreamy, intimate experimental pop, part of the artist's challenge to herself to write and record a song every single day of the year. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2017