Ты вернёшься (Uma2rman Звёзды считают нас)

There is a bitter irony in every line - like a cocktail of wine and sharp text messages sent at night. There is no room here for pleas and promises to ‘start over’ - only a dry ‘not my problem’ and the certainty that the circle will close anyway. A dance of hurtful words and sudden confessions, where anger is intertwined with tenderness, and the yellow light of a traffic light becomes a metaphor for the eternal ‘wait a little longer.’ The music is like the night after a quarrel: noisy, drunken, but painfully honest.