Слова для припева написала ❃💠🦋𝐺𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮🦋💠❃ за что ей огромное спасибо. Теперь этот математический бред звучит как поэзия. Элла, большое спасибо 🙏 I cross the first half. Then half of what remains. ε → 0 Limit converges, yet never reaches. All life is like half an hour under water Holding on Lungs burning in the dark You learn to smile with a mouth full of silence You learn to dance with a shivering heart All life is like half an hour under water Never sure how close you are to the top Fragment F(1)… F(1)… F(2)… F(3)… Summed, divided, recursive loop. Who observes the observer? Identity collapses in paradox. All life is like half an hour under water Holding on Lungs burning in the dark You learn to smile with a mouth full of silence You learn to dance with a shivering heart All life is like half an hour under water Never sure how close you are to the top Step one, half remains. Step two, half of that. Infinite approach, zero progress. Memory is Fibonacci, yet incomplete. Every choice Another little breath you spend If I reach up If I let go Will I lose myself? I don’t know So I float And I count to ten Again All life is like half an hour under water Holding on Lungs burning in the dark You learn to smile with a mouth full of silence You learn to dance with a shivering heart All life is like half an hour under water Eyes wide open Chasing every spark I am sequence, I am paradox, I am the unresolvable sum… Floating endlessly, Each fragment slipping further from the whole…
