Ждет

It's as if a fleeting attraction turns into a neatly packaged list of demands: affectionate words are juxtaposed with prohibitions, promises with jealousy, and attention with painful obsession. The vocals seem to whisper “just be there,” while the lines quietly count steps and likes - a cozy kidnapping of personality in soft packaging of hip-hop glamour.

Amusing cruelty is a rather tasty cocktail: praise for hair and figure goes hand in hand with control over photos on the phone and the right to “decide what to do today.” Here, care is disguised as possessiveness, and promises turn into a contract from which there is no escape without bruises. Suddenly, understandable and terrible things look almost like everyday romance of the 21st century - with the flickering of the screen and the bitter aftertaste of anxiety.

A slightly ironic warning and a warm smile at the same time: it's funny and scary to watch how love can turn into a project to edit someone else's life. What remains in your ears is not so much the melody as the feeling that sometimes it is better to hold a guitar in your hands and three chords than to give up your freedom in exchange for attention that consumes more than it gives.