ワタリドリ

Everything here revolves around flying - not easy, festive flying, but stubborn flying, when the wings creak but still spread out. The song smells of the road: a guitar on your shoulders, nights of doubt, and morning cities that for some reason shine brighter just when you leave them.

This is a story about how to sing even when no one is listening, and fly even when no one is watching. In every word, you can feel that strange mixture of fatigue and hope, when you want not just to survive, but to convey something further - laughter, music, a piece of warmth. The music seems to promise: yes, we will break apart more than once, but we will still return, like migratory birds, because there is no other way.