Ти співала щоб віддати

Sometimes silence sounds louder than taut strings. You sit in a room that feels like a temple and sing not for anyone in particular, but simply to the winds, the walls, the emptiness. But in these sounds there is a stubborn hope that somewhere beyond these four walls there is someone who will hear and pick up the tune.

The music stretches out with a light sadness, but not without hope - there is movement, flight, anticipation of footsteps at the door. This is a story about a voice that breaks out to become something more than just a melody. And in this sincerity there is warmth that can melt even the coldest walls.