Minimum ça

Sometimes you just want to exhale and remind the world: “I'm not bad, I'm tired.” This is exactly that mood - like a Friday evening after a crazy week, when instead of philosophy, you want a glass of wine, a blanket, and a complete absence of deadlines. The music sways lazily, the words flow majestically, and behind them you can feel the sweet confidence of a person who has already done their part and now has every right to do nothing for at least ten minutes... well, okay, six.

It all sounds like an anthem to well-deserved rest - without guilt, without excuses, just with a sense of “enough.” Soft irony, a slightly smug rhythm, and that rare luxury - allowing yourself a pause while life spins on.