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Description
Summer is over, but the scent of flowers still lingers in the air - slightly bitter, slightly too cloying, as if they had been left in the vase longer than they should have been. It seems like love is somewhere nearby, but it's more like a game with rules that no one has agreed on. With one hand, you hold on to your dreams, with the other, you push away the sticky illusion. The result is a strange mixture: tenderness mixed with fatigue, romance that smells sour, like stale berries. But this is the truth of the moment - when summer leaves, and with it all the excuses.
Music and lyrics: BOKKA
Mixing and production: Bogdan Kondratsky / 2track Studio
Mastering: Andy Miles / Stardelta Audio Mastering Ltd.
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