Rifleman & Lubimica
Rifleman Rifleman
Lubimica Lubimica
Rifleman Rifleman
You ever notice how a well‑timed volley feels almost like a perfect stanza in a poem?
Lubimica Lubimica
Yes, it’s like a sudden spark in a quiet room, each thud a line of a secret poem written with the echo of a heart.
Rifleman Rifleman
A rhythm like that lets the squad breathe together, every hit a beat that keeps the line steady.
Lubimica Lubimica
It’s like our own quiet choir, each volley a heartbeat that writes a new line of our shared story.
Rifleman Rifleman
Every shot we fire writes the next line—keep your focus, and the chorus will stay in perfect rhythm.
Lubimica Lubimica
Exactly, it’s like the air itself takes a breath between each shot, a quiet page turning in a book we write together.