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Sometimes the night becomes too long, and the pillow too unfamiliar. And even if there is silence all around, somewhere deep inside, home echoes - the home that smells like mum, where storks circle and where they always wait.

Every word of this song expresses a distance that cannot be measured in kilometres. It lives between ‘I'll turn around’ and ‘they're waiting’, between the warmth of children's hands and the bitterness of waiting. There is no pathos here, only a simple truth: love is something that does not disappear, even when you are not there. And perhaps it is love that prevents you from falling asleep.