CHCIAŁBYM ZAKOCHAĆ SIĘ

The words here are uneven, like steps after a sleepless night. In each verse, there is the weary smoke of attempts to fix one's life and still find something bright, even if it's at the bottom of a glass. The music is wet, like the street after rain: it crunches a little underfoot, it's a little cold, but somewhere beneath this grayness there is a strange, almost childlike desire to take another chance, to fall in love again. Not pathos, but a weary admission: yes, there have been many mistakes, but the heart still beats in time, asking for a chance at tenderness.