SORMA

Applause and music alternate as if life itself had organised a concert in the kitchen: noisy, chaotic, but somehow pleasant. First, there is an admission of guilt that could easily be classified as a ‘classic of the genre’ - when everything falls apart, and you are still to blame. Then there is a smooth transition into a chaos of images: roses, the sun, unfamiliar roads, and some rules that no one is going to follow anyway.

This song doesn't try to be serious - it's more about how funny and strange excuses can sound when they're set to a beat and applause. The result is both ironic and slightly touching: as if life has decided to joke again, and the music has played along.