Description
Sometimes pain comes not with a scream, but with a quiet Albanian accent. As if someone simply didn't answer the phone. Or erased their name, but left the scent of perfume on the pillow. This track sounds like the inner monologue of someone who first forgave, then understood, and then changed their mind. At times it is straightforward, like a street conversation at the entrance to a building. At times it is gentle, almost whispered, as if the words are not meant to be heard, but remembered. Here, people love truly, get angry sincerely, and let go... only in theory. And yes, if it were possible to go back, no one would have done “gabime.” But music, like feelings, brings back even what should no longer hurt.