A dark Russian techno track inspired by the poem “Farewell” by Georgian writer Otar Chiladze, which I first translated myself from Georgian into Russian. lyrics in english : I bow before the law of the wild blood running through me, And tearing open the windows of my chest, I throw at you: “I love you.” These words stink of cheapness now; they no longer suit you. But believe me — or at least remember this: I will burn my voice and my logos into your photons. Our road has now split in two, like a python’s tongue. Let your part of it become your solo march through the meat grinder of existence. Let everyone you meet — child, old man, or whore — See you walking through this mess. From this day on I will become your hoarse moan, Endlessly. By day. By night. Let this become your nightmare, Let it gut your minutes like a starving beast, So that you, like a bird with its tendons cut, Can no longer take off into anyone else’s sky. I was your cross; I have become your scaffold, While your conscience dies in agony, Preparing for the pyre You will climb of your own insane free will. But until then, your name — my personal executioner — Will choke me, turning the air to poison, Until I vomit out my final scream, Like the hoarse finale of this bitter mass.more

words are my poetry translated. completely changing the direction into the hard techno.more

the lyrics for this track were written in Russian at 4 a.m. in Le Sucre, the rooftop club in Lyon, while I was there with friends. they dive into life, love, and that strange loneliness you can feel even when you’re surrounded by people. more