Your Schizophrenia Сумерки цвели чертополохом

Music, poetry, video: Natalia Drepina. Prehistory. In the autumn of 2019, I walked near an overgrown pond. The evening has already thrown a twilight veil of and the world has turned a bluish color. I walked along the muddy shore and my gaze touched the wet black feathers. There, in the muddy water, I saw a rook. Fallen angel rejected by heaven. This moment struck me to the depths of my soul with its tragedy and painful beauty. Standing in the deepening darkness, I sketched the lines of a poem, and later composed the music. This is a dedication to a little death that has made a big impression on me. After that I visited the bird many more times. But in winter, ice and snow hid the rook in their womb, and when I returned a few months later, there was only water and even the black arrows of the trees were cut down. As if I had dreamed everything. Предыстория. Осенью 2019 года я гуляла возле заросшего пруда. Вечер уже набросил вуаль сумерек и мир окрасился в синеватый цвет. Я шла вдоль гря