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The track sounds like a village disco in the open air, where the speakers wheeze with bass and dawn is already breaking overhead. Here you find both the funny pathos of ‘vibe from the sticks’ and the tenderness hidden between the lines of ‘my darling’. A few paths, a bit of Volgograd and Rostov, and a whole universe in one simple confession. The music smells of dust from a country road, the sweet air of summer, and that feeling that won't let go, either in the morning or forever.