City Island

Novosibirsk, from the appartment window, we see the Ob Sea - "The Artificial Sea"... the snow covers up the ashes of time, tired men’s bodies ; relics from a world where exhausted love rests.
It rains on "City Island" from now on. Those soundscapes sticks to the rainy days. Melancholy an electronic pulsation to the music; cherishing our burdenned hearts.
And we start on travelling some forgotten places where one dreams to be...
This voice a pick that breaks the ice from our hearts.
Those melodies are pieces of happiness to the reach of our frozen hands.