PILLOW

The noisy city outside the window, flashing headlights, a tired engine - and inside, the same feeling: everything is roaring, everything is moving, and there is no peace. Money flows like gasoline - fast and with a hint of anxiety. It seems like everything is there: speed, success, even love with the scent of expensive perfume. But beneath this glossy surface lies a broken head, sleepless nights, and a strange tenderness that cannot be hidden.

The song is like a shot from an exhaust pipe - loud, sharp, but with a human echo. It expresses a longing for something simple: for someone not to “want something,” but just to be there. Between the lines is an honest admission that behind the glitz and power often lies fatigue. The kind that makes you want to just lie down, turn off the lights, and breathe out for the first time in a long time.