I believe that no ingeniously need.

No reason to self-forgive myself.

like winters in icy dark,

an abandonment in the squares in the snow

and "Paliovardaros", wind searching for nothing.

I deny life, I hate "condescending laughter"

And the "silent tears"

I basically see the non world with which role,

And I think I can do "evil get good"

My music is a Haiku from which you can

explore and become a pirate with a parrot on your shoulder,

Whispering sweetly in the ear, sweet song. Pirate.

[…]

I was born far away from my homeland

The place where I grew up considers me crazy and

profane: if the church did not have him

in a way he would not call me a "heretic",

Despite you're crazy, and instead

of a mentally ill philosopher.

Whatever happens against the ideas.

Wanting to silence a man.

[…]

(But music will save us.

As gypsies we walk towards glory.

The air is free.

And the party is over).

(adarcah eancu - 25.05.2021)