Someone will say that this collection too depressing, filled with the ink of underground sounds, woven with strands of death and tears, full of pain and suffering. It is constant in its effort to express deep sympathy with actual sufferers of the present times. A lot of solitude was needed to achieve that, to open all the senses and become more and more enclosed, to pour cold beer into a dry throat and wait for the verses to finally start. And they started, accompanied by horrific scenes from 1991, 1992. Words grew out from the city ruins, desires sprang out from the existence fallen apart, in deep dreams my friends hurt, the alive and the dead ones.
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