Rajzefiber

The heavy air of courtyards, where concrete holds other people's stories, and fingers tap on keys as if checking a pulse. It's not about fame or signs here - it's more about the desire to dissolve, so that only sound remains, and those who still carry anger and loyalty in their hearts. The atmosphere is thick, like smoke after a Molotov cocktail, but light still breaks through - tears that suddenly turn out to be not from pain, but from happiness. Music that doesn't show off, but breathes along with the street.

Lyrics: Shelleryni

Music: Chris Carson

Mixing/Mastering: Bartosz Naperalski

Vocals: Max Sliwinski

Video: Shershen