Слово

There is a feeling of a last breath in this song - when everything has already been said, but the silence still demands a continuation. It is as if it is not the body that burns, but the meaning: the word that was supposed to save turns to ashes itself. People rush about in the flames, like drops of tin, and the sky is silent - it has seen it all hundreds of times before.

There is no pathos here, only the truth squeezed dry: life passes like a dream, and when you wake up, all that remains is fatigue and a little faith that you can be true to yourself. Perhaps this is what prayer is - simple, not to God, but inward, to the one who still breathes amid the fire.