рейтарська

An ironic confession from a man who long ago left the game called “relationship drama.” There are no sugary “forevers” here - just a confident smile and a sip of cold raffaello somewhere on Reitarska Street. The atmosphere is that of late evening, when everyone once played leading roles, but someone finally stopped caring about the script. This track captures that feeling when stability suddenly becomes a luxury, and vanilla is no longer a necessary spice. When instead of “you are the chosen one,” you hear a calm “game over.” And it becomes easy - like after the final credits of a movie you don't want to watch again.