Description
A loud, bold and slightly hysterical soundtrack for those who greet the dawn not with a jog, but with a last drink in their hands. Here, the sun rises not for new beginnings, but to illuminate the chaos of the night: friends with clean cars, freaks in bars, transit between LSD and crypto, empty tanks and heads full of noise.
The music spins like a carousel on worn rails - psychedelic rock, where ‘hippie sunshine’ mantras are replaced by cold blows of reality. Each chorus sounds a tired but proud confession: loneliness is chosen consciously, like armour and a way of life. Irony, dirt and light are all mixed together like a cocktail that is too late to put down.
Lyrics and translation
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