She moves like a rhythm in the night —
her steps boom like a beat.
Her face shines like a star on its path.
Inside me — a magnet hums.
She is the moon — glowing in the dark.
Angels fall — she is everywhere.
The universe screams: «This is fate.»
She is around me — always — like air.
Her voice is the whisper of rain.
Inside my life — she starts a loud beat. Fever.
My heart — like deadly quicksand —
but in her gaze: my whole hit.
She is the moon — glowing in the dark.
Angels fall — she is everywhere.
The universe screams: «This is fate.»
She is around me — always — like air.
She is the rhythm of my inner nerve.
Every step she takes — a new verse for me.
Her beauty breaks down barriers like a wall —
she is my boombox — playing endlessly.
As if from the past —
style at its peak. The 90s live inside her — bezuliki.
She holds the whole world in her small palm.
Reality becomes brighter —
stronger.
*Tashkent, December 2025*