OYNAR

Feelings here did not just ‘flare up’ - they seemed to break loose. Words flow like a hot wind carrying the smell of thunderstorms and damp earth. Everything around swirls like leaves in a gusty stream: each verse is another turn of this wind, where the heart falls and rises again.

The melody is filled with bold loyalty - the kind that clenches your palms tighter and leaves no room for other hands. Love here sounds not like a quiet confession, but like a reckless dance: with a hurricane in your hair, wounds on your skin, but with burning eyes. And in this hurricane, for some reason, there is a lot of light and tenderness, as if the most dangerous feeling knows how to be a home.