Somewhere I’ve read Tilo’s quotation: ‘I would be obliged to die if all I create, my very existence urged anyone to go out of the window…’ (An awful translation. I’m sorry for it. But it’s a reversal translation from Russian.)
No, it wouldn’t.
Once upon a time, there was a girl. It may be some childish shyness, or some spark of talent – but the fact is that this girl was apart from the crowd. Not knowing how to express herself, trying to find some means of it, some understanding, not realizing herself in her 16, she found what she had looked for in the underground culture. No exact style. There existed no style yet.
But there do existed THE FIRST LOVE – unhappy, full of tears… And a stupid wish to die.
But one day on some radio in some program she heard about an unknown for her Lacrimosa… And Seele in Not.
I won’t tell you in details that soon I became a possessor of all CDs, that now I’m 28, but still there exist no other music for my soul…
I’ll just state the fact: this gloomy composition filled me with an unreal happiness, gave me strength to live, to develope, to create.
And I don’t wear black clothes any more, and I don’t call myself ‘goth’. But still I turn on this music, and the same feeling of happiness raises my soul. If I hadn’t known this, I can’t tell, what would happen to me.
And I just want to thank Tilo from all my heart for his creation.
THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME MY WILL TO LIVE.
P.s. My English isn’t perfect. Unfortunatelly. I know :)
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