Wood

Love here sounds not like an ideal fairy tale with fireworks, but like a slightly strange superstition intertwined with personal habits and small rituals. Why catch falling stars or knock on wood when you have someone by your side with whom everything is already working out? The warmth in the voice shines through the playful irony: as if the very idea that “we make our own luck” seems both bold and slightly overconfident.

The music keeps this admission in a light dance - where there is room for both light audacity and playful coquetry. You can feel it: no omens are needed when everything real has already happened, and it is right here, in the rhythm, in the words, in the darkness, where the two continue to dance.