More songs by Stanisław Soyka
Description
Fleeting encounters always leave behind a little more than necessary: an unfinished glance, an unsent word, the taste of someone else's lips, which later turns into reproach. In this rhythm, morning is not a time for coffee, but a signal to flee, because dawn can bring out everything that would be embarrassing to admit during the day. And no random letters or pathetic bouquets can hide the cold that remains afterwards.
Lyrics: Agnieszka Osetka
Composer: Severin Kraevski.