CITRUS

Here, the energy resembles the morning air after rain - it smells of citrus, asphalt, and freedom. The words sound like an inner cry that what is important is not always loud: you can walk along winding alleys, cast off old fears, drop your “correct” masks, and still find happiness in what you hold close.

Each verse feels like movement - as if your heart is accelerating on the runway, preparing to shoot straight into the sky. This is a song about real strength, not about armor and fists, but about the determination not to let go, about loyalty that does not fade, and about freedom that grows even through concrete, like stubborn grass.