More songs by Kukon
Description
The night is like an Instagram feed: other people’s smiles on show, chic and emptiness between likes. A big house, work to the bone and an umbrella just in case - as if wealth does not save you from insomnia and hunger inside.
Bittersweet sentiments: the sacramental “sorry, baby” - and immediately the feeling that there is no control, as if dependence on little things eats up joy. Love here is not a life preserver, but a risky game with fire and a rubber toy at the same time: you want to take everything, but your hands are always full.
The irony is that success does not remove questions: nothing falls from the sky - except perhaps the ashes of yesterday's hopes. This whole mixture of honesty and fatigue sounds almost like a confession in a diary, only neatly, with the caption “we haven’t figured it out yet.”
chorki: nostalg1a
music: Miroff, hvll
mix/master: Enzu
Video: Kukon and Filip Pielesiak
Lyrics and translation
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