i was born in america but most of my childhood was spent in russia i had to learn the language just to survive the streets and find a place to belong, but in the end, it was the only thing that felt real i caught a very specific time there—an era of endless sunsets on concrete balconies, the sharp taste of lemon garage, and that heavy, sad emo music that stayed in my soul long after the signal faded
i chose russian for this track because it’s the language of those memories it’s not just words, it’s the sound of the wind between panel houses and the "битые файлы" (corrupted files) of a life i left behind now i’m pulling you all into this frequency with me
to my fellow signals who don't understand the lyrics: do you want me to share the translated fragments so you can see what’s hidden in the static?
