Comin’ Back

The rough sound of farewell, like an old suitcase on asphalt - it rattles, but it holds. In the verses, it's not just the road, but an escape from familiar pain, from that very fatigue that smells of childhood, debts, and endless night shifts. The chorus sounds not sad, but liberating: tickets, sunset, bus - and forward, without looking back.

The music rocks gently but stubbornly, like the rhythm of the heart before a big decision. It's as if the whole track is a moment at the bus station: you're still standing on familiar ground, but you already know you'll never return. And in this determination there is a strange beauty, like in the eyes of strangers that flash by as the train pulls away.