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from the mini-album 🎹 P-FUGA 9-16 for Pavel Kushnir (39), part of the cycle 🎹 24 P-FUGA for Pavel Kushnir (39) | (2026) Post-punk tribute to Pavel Kushnir (1984-2024), who died resisting the regime at thirty-nine. The cycle is inspired by the Rachmaninoff preludes he performed and by his anti-war novel Russian Cut. [Verse 1] The story is not finished. Too much remains. A silent fortress waiting for voices. Snow begins at midday. Light and dry. Blue in the air. [Verse 2] The snow smells of something coming. Huge events. Too close. Too loud. Joy and fear mixed together in the falling flakes. [Chorus] A train in the dark. A long night. Someone walks through strange rooms. Thoughts return. Unwanted. Heavy. Endless. [Verse 3] A quiet voice in the memory. Whispers. Breathing. Then silence spreading through the night without end. [Verse 4] A machine turns. Huge and cold. Searching. Always searching. More people. More tools. Still the weight does not move. [Chorus] A train in the dark. A long night. Someone walks through strange rooms. Thoughts return. Unwanted. Heavy. Endless. [Bridge] In the room a smile remains. Cold and distant. Gloves on the hands. A country becomes one camp. The door closes. [Verse 5] Someone trembles like a small dog. Broken arm. Bare feet on a wet floor. Digging the earth for a tiny fortress in the dark. [Verse 6] The field is quiet. Helmets shine. Rows of bodies under the fog. The evening covers everything like a blanket of grey breath. [Verse 7] Above the field dark sky. Bright stars. A father speaks of hunger and dying villages long ago. [Outro] Everything mixed. Everything changed. A line of people moves forward. No words heard. Only noise. Only flashes. Only night.