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Sometimes the night becomes too long, and the pillow too unfamiliar. And even if it is quiet around you, somewhere deep inside you can hear your home - the one that smells like your mother, where storks fly and where they are always waiting for you.

Every word of this song contains a distance that cannot be measured in kilometers. It lives between “I'll turn around” and “they're waiting,” between the warmth of children's hands and the bitterness of waiting. There is no pathos here, only a simple truth: love is something that does not disappear, even when you are not there. And maybe it is love that keeps you from falling asleep.