If you are looking for a pair of eyes
That would be able to see “the city”
In the city,
You’re only going to find tears,
beams, sand and smoke.
You want to be able to smile so much,
You are tinier than a seed,
You are a tiny little cloud
Miss Sloboda is your girlfriend and asks
For you two to walk around holding hands,
But you are so ashamed,
That you don’t have the city you are dreaming of.
You would like to be able to smile so, so much,
You are tinier than a seed,
You are a tiny cloud
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