Veneno

A sad soundtrack to success, which for some reason smells not of celebration, but of fatigue and lack of air. On the outside - tours, miles, likes, prestige; on the inside - endless bills, an empty bed, and the habit of assimilating pain in slow motion. It's as if the heart lives at two speeds: the stage is in turbo mode, feelings are in freeze frame mode.

There is tenderness in this music, but not the sugary kind, rather the kind that remains after a quarrel, in the kitchen, on the floor, when promises of “forever” sound like spells, and you still understand that nothing lasts forever. This track is about how fame does not save you from loneliness, how love can be both poison and air at the same time. And how, despite everything, you want to return - even if only with a small bouquet of violets to prove that you still remember the smell of home.