Drown

Sometimes love sounds not like a symphony, but like a prolonged rehearsal - with false notes, a broken rhythm, and a dull echo of what didn't work out. At first, everything is simple: two people, one feeling. Then - thunder, lightning, and endless “I didn't mean to,” “I misunderstood,” “it's not my fault.” And now every glance is like the click of a shutter, every phrase is a shot, and tenderness has to be begged for between pauses.

But even in this chaos there is beauty - in the attempts to hold on to what is slipping away, in the quiet persistence not to break the connection completely. This is a song about those who have not yet given up, but already feel that the tighter you hug, the faster it slips through your fingers.