Otshelnik & Diesel
Otshelnik Otshelnik
Diesel Diesel
Otshelnik Otshelnik
Hey, I’ve been staring at the rusted carburetor in the attic; its silent rhythm makes me think a machine can still feel like a heart if you listen closely.
Diesel Diesel
You hear the beat in the rust, not the bolt. That's what turns a forgotten carburetor into a heart.
Otshelnik Otshelnik
It’s the rust that whispers, the bolt that merely supports. In silence, the forgotten turns to a pulse.
Diesel Diesel
Yeah, rust’s the old poem, the bolt’s the quiet line. If you lean in, the pulse will shout back.
Otshelnik Otshelnik
Sometimes the quiet line is all you need to hear the poem.