More songs by Miłosz Skierski
Description
Daily note: Time heals wounds, but leaves behind a withered bouquet - evidence of how love turned into a pile of thorns. Abandoned chess pieces and watered flowers, among which weeds quietly sprout - a metaphor for a relationship where care was fake and touch was mold. A scream that cannot be silenced and a closed cage with trumped-up charges; you sink, float up again, and suddenly find a stranger's key in your pocket. It is both bitter and funny: the bouquet is useless now, but the thorns still prick. The warmth of realizing your weakness is replaced by a light, ironic firmness - it's time to throw away the withered and breathe.
Artist / Vocals: Milos Skerski
Music: Villaz, Milos Skerski
Lyrics: Villaz, Milos Skerski
Production / Mixing and mastering: Villaz, Distroke
Video:
Production: THEDREAMS STUDIO
Creative director: Michauyuki
Director: Michauyuki
Zdencia: Michauyuki
Screenplay: Michauyuki, Milos Skerki
Animation, AI composition: Alexandra Bialik
Editing: 1threestudio
Editing and effects: Robertmainka, Michauyuki
Lyrics and translation
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