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Description
The route is crooked: sometimes it takes you toward the concrete, sometimes it throws you straight into the storm, and somewhere in between, you suddenly find a ray of light. The voices around you keep saying “let go,” but your fingers still hold the rope until they go numb. These lines contain a lot of dust from falls, a little self-irony, and an honest attempt to find breath where it was “fucking stuffy.” The result is a diary of growing up without rose-colored filters - with a requiem for lost naivety and a small victory in the fact that the race is still going on.
MUSIC: Michał Cechanowicz, Jakub Bryndal, Kosma Krul, ODME
MIX: Michelangelo
MASTER: mixbytrzy
CAMERA AND EDITING: Krzysztof Bus