Baltimore (feat. Trettmann)

Nostalgia here smells like wet asphalt and cinnamon on a bun, accidentally bought in December. It seems like life has moved on down the highway, to new cities and people, but every turn still brings you back to the old windows across the street. The second floor, the neighboring block - it's like a scene from a movie that will never fade from memory.

The song flashes with shadows of the past: evening kisses with a taste of salt, laughter until morning, the absurd confidence that everything will last forever. But there is also something wise in it - the recognition that old roads lead nowhere, but without them, there would be no “self” today. And from this, memories become softer, warmer, like a letter sent by the wind.