Solitaire

A nighttime sketch from the asphalt: whispers, wary glances, and the lilac glow of banknotes - like a credit card with several segments torn out. Simple lines where freedom coexists with paranoia, and the city is not a backdrop but an active character, constantly eavesdropping and peeping.

A revelation about solidarity, but not about family embraces, but about brotherhood, bound together by the street and a common code: strong people, like gypsies, those who keep the circle together. Mistakes come at a price, dirty money melts away in the night, peace comes at the cost of war - the harsh logic of survival, spoken in a quiet voice that observes more than it shouts.

The recurring refrain about “mauve” is like a beacon of alarm and melancholy at the same time: beautiful, but suspicious. The vocals are like a note tucked into a pocket: cold truthfulness with a touch of irony, as if resigned to the fact that trust comes at too high a price.