13.02.2025
Hello
I love the way your name sounds
In that coat, you look insanely beautiful
I’m starting to get jealous
Of 'Three Days of Rain'
Hold on — I don’t want to let go of your hand
Slowly, unhurriedly, I close the hotel door
I forbid you from remembering who I really am
You hardly know me. Hi, my name is Gleb
You don’t know everything I confessed,
Hiding my eyes in shame
You don’t know that I’m an addict,
That you should never trust me
I greedily inhale the air
That carries your scent right now
Stay with me—let’s have another drink,
Just for an hour
I love the way your name sounds
In that coat, you look insanely beautiful
I’m starting to get jealous
Of 'Three Days of Rain'
A thousand times, I love…
How many more times am I doomed
To crash my head against rock bottom,
With my fickle and deliberately empty mind?
To hell with all of this—I don’t want to go home.
Ice chills the glass, gin warms my insides
My fear slowly melts away—I’m completely yours
I love the way your name sounds
In that coat, you look insanely beautiful
I’m starting to get jealous
Of 'Three Days of Rain'
A thousand times, I love the way your name sounds
In that coat, you look insanely beautiful
I’m starting to get jealous
Of 'Three Days of Rain'
A thousand times, I love…
I love the way your name sounds
In that coat, you look insanely beautiful
I’m starting to get jealous
Of 'Three Days of Rain'
13.02.2025
Sex Doll Day
Folk festival in Ulricehamn
Square dance with the locals he pulled
Langos wagon, coffee is being served
Oh, see Okete so grand, in his tent even this year
While kids are staring up at the sky
Because from a higher height
There's a giant lady made of rubber, naked and full of helium
And from the rooftops latex-clad men hang with exposed privates
Because today it's Sex Doll Day
The town's corporate response
They put it in an ad
About choosing a Swedish-manufactured friend
Women wearing billboards at the town's center
Give each man a plastic companion
So we don't have to deal with sex and rapists
In the defense's tent, fool on it has decayed[?]
Try one at a time completely legal in all countries
There are stands selling erections
And there on stage is Erik Haag
He's weak for Sex Doll Day
The leader dances for the small ones, then the ventriloquist takes center stage
He's the one with talent in 07
He's humping a sheep in a hat and makes two voices so
You could've thought the sheep was his wife
'Touch my breasts', the sheep's voice bleats
Incels in the audience cheer over that line, they scream
The brain is full of imagination
Philosophically speaking everything's about sex and masturbation
And then a class from the batch enters the stage
And practice with plastic crotches against their dongs
'Harder', screams the screamer, 'Don't be shy,
your penis is also a training tool'
And so Hoffmaestro splashes
Oh my, what a move, hooray
For Sex Doll Day
13.02.2025
To That Ocean of Trees
This sealed-off space is built from borrowed things—
Myself included.
The rain that poured in so honestly
Cuts between freedom and restraint.
No way to go back now.
Where should I even go?
No—don’t think about it.
I want out of this loop line.
The junction’s jammed.
Don’t stop. Just take me away—
Anywhere.
My iPhone's at 10%—
Go on, abandon me. Please.
Everything around me demands a choice,
Tests my skill,
Asks if I can bear the weight.
Can I prove it? No chance.
Then what am I supposed to be?
Might as well be forgotten,
Disappear completely.
No turning back.
I want to break through the central highway,
But I can’t even see past the next street.
Don’t panic. Just stay calm.
I’ll get caught.
That speed camera’s already locked onto my plate—
Go on, let me go. Please.
The wipers hum their slow confession,
The radio sings its empty truths.
They clash.
I want to cut off everything,
Sever all ties,
Never again, not ever.
Frustrating. Exhausting.
There’s no way out.
I’m not fit to drive.
Not really.
I can’t even steer myself.
Hazard lights.
Return it—return it all.
It’s just a rental.
Fill it with premium, pay in cash, make it whole again.
But me—
I’m running on empty.
Where do I return myself?
Don’t come looking.
13.02.2025
Encore
No matter how fine, how expensive the drink,
If I’ve wasted my days in idleness,
I wouldn’t even know its taste.
No matter how cleverly you shuffle your coins,
If our words are just an act,
How could I care at all?
Man or woman,
Honesty is what’s truly beautiful.
You know that already.
So why the furrowed brows?
No one here wears that look.
Scold me if I’m running with the pack,
Or if I let myself grow fat on comfort.
I want to keep growing
Right up to the moment I take my last breath.
A heart, a voice—
Keeping them soft is the hardest thing.
You know that already.
And yet you push yourself too hard every time.
That smile of yours—
Those lines it leaves behind—
They’re beautiful.
Use up every inch of yourself,
And let’s gaze straight into the depths of loneliness.
Be hated, be cast out—
Raise your glass to the headwind!
No going home. Not tonight.
We, the lonely souls.
Laugh and tell me,
'We’ll meet again.'
I’ll take those words and live on.
Because you—
You are something raw, something real.