Fast Russian singer-songwriter rock ballad with driving bass guitar, punchy live drums, and bold electric-guitar chords. Expressive violin threads a soaring counter-melody through the arrangement; orchestral strings and a full choir gradually join the lead vocal. Keep the verses intimate and restrained, then open into an emphatic final chorus with layered harmonies, sustained chords, and powerful ensemble dynamics.
(Verse 1)
There was a world before you — simple, like a watercolor,
With rain on the glass and warmth in October.
I thought it was the ultimate, distant finale,
But I was mistaken in my kindness.
You burst in like a storm, tearing down all the flags,
With a smile that could melt polar steel.
I surrendered without a fight all my redoubts,
Not knowing what sorrow hid in your heart.
You drank my tenderness like a bitter potion,
Counting it as a trophy, a coin in your game.
You built your throne on bones and on faith,
Burning my heart and soul on that pyre.
(Chorus)
You drew this line — "Before" and "After",
With black soot on a white destiny.
You played on wounded flesh,
Your play — "Myself for Myself".
For the sake of a goal, ambition, profit,
For the damn checkbox "Survived",
You killed the one who prayed to God,
Just for you to live a little longer.
You took my heart as change,
Leaving your own soul empty.
I will not weep for your pain,
You are my personal, handcrafted end.
(Verse 2)
I healed your old, festering scars,
I patched the holes in your rusted armor.
I was not a beloved, not a main one for you —
A tool in cold, calculating twilight and game.
You broke me gently, with a smile of Judas,
You said: "That's life, that's how it is..."
I believed the myth that I was the center of the Universe,
When I was just a pedestal for your deity.
You used the light that burned in my veins,
To illuminate your path into icy darkness.
And left me on shattered knees,
Turning living love into darkness.
(Chorus)
You drew this line — "Before" and "After",
With black soot on a white destiny.
You played on wounded flesh,
Your play — "Myself for Myself".
For the sake of a goal, ambition, profit,
For the damn checkbox "Survived",
You killed the one who prayed to God,
Just for you to live a little longer.
You took my heart as change,
Leaving your own soul empty.
I will not weep for your pain,
You are my personal, handcrafted end.
(Bridge)
They say time heals. But this is not a wound.
It's an amputation. It's a phantom.
I live in this world, where everything is without deceit,
But with a heart burned out, tormented.
You left to rise, to become strong and powerful,
On the shoulders of the one who believed in your holiness.
But remember: he who shatters the loving, the passionate,
Remains forever in a cold land.
In the icy loneliness of your own strength,
Where neither a throne nor gold can warm your hands.
You built your world on the ruins of a grave,
Closing your own devilish circle.
(Guitar Solo — furious, heart-wrenching)
(Chorus — shifts to a scream, almost a whisper at the end)
You drew this line — "Before" and "After"!
(With black soot on a white destiny!)
You played on wounded flesh!
(For yourself! Only for yourself!)
You killed... the one who prayed to God...
(Just... to live... a little longer...)
You took my heart... as change...
(Leaving your own soul empty...)
I... for your pain... will not weep...
You are my personal... handcrafted... end.
(Outro)
There is "Before".
And there is "After".
Period.
(Sound of a heavy chain or broken glass falling to the floor. Silence)
