Dass ich gerade traurig bin

Sometimes, you look at someone and it's as if the world shifts slightly. Nothing catastrophic: just the floor beneath your feet becomes softer, the air thicker, and your own heart behaves like a schoolboy at recess - noisy, restless, and disobedient. And it seems clear: it's not fate, not coincidence, just chemistry. But it's chemistry that drives you crazy.

In this song, feelings sound like quiet sabotage. Outwardly, it's calm, almost cold. But inside, a laboratory of awkwardness, expectations, and sleepless nights is bubbling. You want to be noticed, but not too intrusively; you want to confess, but only if you're sure you won't be laughed at. So there's only one thing left to do: exhale, dye your hair the color of hope, and pretend that everything is under control. Although everyone has long understood that balance has been lost forever.