Honey

A sweet word that used to scratch. When “honey” sounded like a mockery, “sweetie” sounded like a joke, and any “sweetheart” sounded like a subtext. Everything changes when one day someone says it without poison, without superiority - just with warmth that does not require defense.

It’s all about upending small, familiar meanings. About how one touch can erase dozens of offensive intonations. The music seems to breathe this relief - bright, sticky, like honey under the sun. And behind every line you can feel that rare feeling when a kind word suddenly ceases to be a weapon and becomes a home.