修羅

In every word of this text, you can hear the wind - sharp, free, a little merciless. It sometimes bursts into a storm, sometimes becomes a warm spring breeze, but always leaves behind a feeling of loneliness that cannot be hidden by songs or sunsets. Here, people are compared to mountains, the sea, sunlight - and from this, simple feelings suddenly seem as vast and merciless as nature itself.

The song seems to have been created to be shouted into the wind: about the tears in your chest, about the loneliness that bursts out, about the unexpected discovery that even the laughter and warmth of others are sometimes lonely. It sounds like an ancient prayer and a modern confession at the same time - sharp but honest, where pain and beauty merge into one long gust of wind.