Armour

Sometimes it all starts with one drop. It seems, well, what can she do? And then - bang, and there’s already a whole sea, and you’re in the middle of it, without a paddle, with a face that says “everything is fine,” and stones in your backpack that are high time to put them out.

This track is like a conversation that should have happened five years earlier, but finally came. Not morals, not advice, but simply: “take off the armor, stop carrying all this.” And it sounds not with reproach, but with that rare sympathy that doesn’t go in for a hug, but for some reason warms.

Heaviness is not only in the body. Sometimes she hides in silence, in the throat, in what she didn’t have time to say because “there’s no time for feelings.” But no one has to be a tank. Even if it worked before.

A song you can breathe in. And, maybe for the first time, not be afraid of being heard.