Prowadź Mnie Orle

From the very first lines, you can feel the breath of the forest at dawn - still cool, but already filled with the promise of a new day. Here, the eagle is not just a bird, but a guide between worlds: with wings in which ancestors sleep and a gaze that sees beyond the human. In its every movement, there is a whisper of ancient stories and a reminder that a day can mean more than just the usual cycle.

The music unfolds like fog over the treetops: softly, but with inner strength. The beat of the tambourine coincides with the beating of the heart, and at some point the boundary is blurred - where does a person end and flight begin? Everything around turns into symbols: the turn of a wing, a flash of light, a gust of wind. This is not just a song about nature, but a feeling of belonging to something greater than everyday life.

There is no irony here, only awe and a slight solemnity. But there is warmth, because these images are not mysticism for mysticism's sake, but support: as if someone is holding your hand, lifting you higher, to a place where freedom is felt not in words, but in breath.