Tonę

The storm sounds the same inside and outside - deafening, heavy, but with some kind of stubborn spark deep down. Waves crash one after another, the wind whips your face, and all around is dark water and an alien, indifferent silence. It seems as if everything is falling apart, and even a smile becomes something artificial, like a lifebuoy.

But between the lines, a stubborn warmth emerges: a light on the horizon, a tiny spark of hope reflected in the water, as if the fire still lives inside. This is not a song about defeat, but about how even in a storm you can keep swimming forward - alone, with scraped hands, but still forward.