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It smells like the wild ocean and, for some reason, it smells like home - so much so that you want to remember it in the palm of your hand. The scene is grass, high heels, the destruction of thoughts about ‘just sex’ and a kind of bohemian juiciness in everything: smooth shoulders, burning stars and the feeling that the whole body is ironed and ready for action. Tenderness coexists with arrogance: in one hand - jazz, in the other - an invitation to be a favourite dish, and under the eyes - romance mixed with irony, as if passion is recorded in a diary between tasks.

The invitation ‘you can hit and bite, if you want to send me to hell, go ahead’ sounds not like a challenge, but like a free deal: the whole world is in the palm of your hand, the seas are yours, and conventions are scrapped. The fragile confidence that ‘he's definitely better than your ex’ is expressed with a slight wink and honest self-confidence. The whole composition is like warm, slightly burnt coffee late at night: it burns, warms and leaves a smile on your lips.

Producer: Pavlo Vrochynskyi

Producer: Seva Shutka

Composer: Ivan Ishchenko

Lyricist: Ivan Ishchenko

Arranger: Denis Rybachenko

Arranger: Dmytro Faustov

Arranger: Yegor Remmer