JAK SZALONY BYŁ TO CZAS

There is a palpable sense of unease in the air - the kind that arises when there is turmoil within, yet one must appear confident on the outside. Words fly like sparks from a short circuit: sharp, truthful, sometimes too much so. This is not about romance - it is about raw energy, nerves on edge, and the eternal race against oneself.

The world seems wild, but there is beauty in this wildness - the kind that comes from honesty. No filters, no calculations, no permissions “from above.” Just a voice that roars because otherwise it will suffocate. And in every verse, there is an attempt to hold on to what they wanted to take away: faith, freedom, their place under the raging sky.