Pop/rock from Yekaterinburg
Antique
The sun of antique that appears on highway
Dancing and flipping the gold of a lire
Looking for shadow inside of my mind
May be to kill or just set me on fire.
You can destroy me or make me a human
I gave it up stopped fooling around
Voices that call me no more than a sound
Sound that makes me to stay on a ground
Time has changed and I’m broken to pieces
For a couple of scores I was sold on a market
The indifferent sun is still looking for target
I’m lucky … so fuck it.
Copyright: Anton Burkov
Authors and Performers: Anton Burkov - music, lyrics, programming, recording, mastering, vocal.
Artyom Sanin - guitar.
Alexei Muhin - bass.
Roman Chernyih - drums.
Stas Shushkevich - flute.
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