Фетиш (Acoustic Version)

The night covered everything again - neatly, like a caring cat smoothing its fur with its paw over restless thoughts. Everything I had long wanted to forget finally breathed itself out. No drama, no storm, just a steady breath: I let go. Yesterday is hidden somewhere between an old ticket and a crumpled to-do list, and let it lie there.

There is a strange lightness in this - not the bitterness of parting, but almost the excitement of a new beginning. My heart has cooled, but my mind has finally awakened: it chooses a door, builds new routes. And even the pain has become something like a souvenir - a slightly cracked, but still beloved “fetish.” Because after every ‘goodbye’ there is always a quiet but stubborn “forward.”