Description
The track sounds like a stream of consciousness, where every word is either a confession or a street report. Here you will find the cold basement of Magadan, dreams of the sea, and a balaclava hiding imperfections. Life in it is like a composition without a clear theme: a little pain, a little irony, a little dirty realism. The music seems to keep you on the edge - between the romance of the streets and the weariness of an adult who is still looking for meaning in rhymes and beats.