Harry part 3: The City of Mirrors ft. Svambahi

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Harry. Part 3: The City of Mirrors

[Intro]
There are no reflections here — only doubles,
Every glance is a trap, every step is a scream.
But I am the king of mirrors; my throne is made of shards,
Where truth and lies are two voices inside our heads.

[Verse 1]
Harry wanders a labyrinth of mirrors, where each turn
Means meeting himself — yet in a different guise.
He sees: in one, a boy with a scar; in another, a king;
In the third, a shadow whispering, «You lost, you’re nothing.»
He punches the glass, but it won’t break —
Only laughter echoes: «You crafted yourself.»
The Crystal of the Streets burns, yet its light is like poison;
It shows the way, but leads to nowhere.

[Chorus]
The Crystal of the Streets, the magic of the streets — this is my dream,
Audacity in my veins, rhythm in my heart — I haven’t fallen asleep.
Hennessy in my hand, chains clink in time;
I am the Philosopher King, but the City of Mirrors is my hell.

[Verse 2]
Ron «DJ» spins the bass — it’s the heartbeat of the crowd,
Hermione «Hacker» searches for the code to shatter this forest.
Draco «Saboteur» whispers, «There’s no way out, brother,»
But Harry snaps the chains: «The way out is my gaze!»
At the labyrinth’s heart — a throne of broken mirrors,
Inscribed: «You are everything you’ve ever known.»
Harry sits, grasps the crystal, and in that instant
The city collapses — yet he remains, like a scream.

[Bridge]
A dance‑off with myself lies ahead:
Two rhythms, two voices, two paths to tread.
One whispers, «Give up»; the other, «Prevail!»
Harry dances — and the dance is an explosion from within.

[Verse 3]
By the throne, a riddle — the final test:
«What matters more: power or freedom, if both are void?»
Harry answers, smashing the last pane:
«Freedom is the rhythm that beats in my chest — like a metro.»
The crystal flares, scatters into light and sound;
Now it’s a symbol of truth, now it’s my ally.
The chains fell, yet I did not cast them off —
I am the Philosopher King, and the City of Mirrors is my path.

[Outro]
The streets murmur my name; shadows bow in time,
My magic is the truth, my strength is the act.
Who’s with me? Who’s ready to go all the way?
Audacity and rhythm — that’s our fate. Forward, without end!

#гарри

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Harry. Part 3: The City of Mirrors [Intro] There are no reflections here — only doubles, Every glance is a trap, every step is a scream. But I am the king of mirrors; my throne is made of shards, Where truth and lies are two voices inside our heads. [Verse 1] Harry wanders a labyrinth of mirrors, where each turn Means meeting himself — yet in a different guise. He sees: in one, a boy with a scar; in another, a king; In the third, a shadow whispering, «You lost, you’re nothing.» He punches the glass, but it won’t break — Only laughter echoes: «You crafted yourself.» The Crystal of the Streets burns, yet its light is like poison; It shows the way, but leads to nowhere. [Chorus] The Crystal of the Streets, the magic of the streets — this is my dream, Audacity in my veins, rhythm in my heart — I haven’t fallen asleep. Hennessy in my hand, chains clink in time; I am the Philosopher King, but the City of Mirrors is my hell. [Verse 2] Ron «DJ» spins the bass — it’s the heartbeat of the crowd, Hermione «Hacker» searches for the code to shatter this forest. Draco «Saboteur» whispers, «There’s no way out, brother,» But Harry snaps the chains: «The way out is my gaze!» At the labyrinth’s heart — a throne of broken mirrors, Inscribed: «You are everything you’ve ever known.» Harry sits, grasps the crystal, and in that instant The city collapses — yet he remains, like a scream. [Bridge] A dance‑off with myself lies ahead: Two rhythms, two voices, two paths to tread. One whispers, «Give up»; the other, «Prevail!» Harry dances — and the dance is an explosion from within. [Verse 3] By the throne, a riddle — the final test: «What matters more: power or freedom, if both are void?» Harry answers, smashing the last pane: «Freedom is the rhythm that beats in my chest — like a metro.» The crystal flares, scatters into light and sound; Now it’s a symbol of truth, now it’s my ally. The chains fell, yet I did not cast them off — I am the Philosopher King, and the City of Mirrors is my path. [Chorus] The Crystal of the Streets, the magic of the streets — this is my dream, Audacity in my veins, rhythm in my heart — I haven’t fallen asleep. Hennessy in my hand, chains clink in time; I am the Philosopher King, but the City of Mirrors is my hell. [Outro] The streets murmur my name; shadows bow in time, My magic is the truth, my strength is the act. Who’s with me? Who’s ready to go all the way? Audacity and rhythm — that’s our fate. Forward, without end! © Svambahi, 18.02.2026 #гарри

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