Lira & Snegoviktor
Lira Lira
Snegoviktor Snegoviktor
Snegoviktor Snegoviktor
You know how the stars line up like a map on a frozen plain, but I only read the crevasses on the ice—any chance your music can chart a route through a blizzard?
Lira Lira
I’ll hum a quiet tune that feels like a lantern in the snow, each note a soft step through the storm, leading you safely to the center of the blizzard.
Snegoviktor Snegoviktor
Nice tune, but you don’t need music to navigate a blizzard, just a solid map and a steady climb.
Lira Lira
I hear the cold of that logic, but even a map feels warmer when the wind sings in its veins, and a steady climb is smoother when it has a rhythm. The stars are still your guide, even if the path feels straight.
Snegoviktor Snegoviktor
Sounds like you’re trying to turn the wind into a compass. Keep the rhythm, but remember a map is still the only thing that won’t slip on a black ice patch.
Lira Lira
I hear you, the map is a sturdy hand, but maybe let the music be the gentle reminder that even the cold wind can guide us if we listen closely. A steady beat can keep the path steady, just like a compass in the dark.