ロビンソン

The song exudes youth, smelling of dust from bicycle tyres and the rustle of a cassette tape in an old tape recorder. It is about a time when the whole world could be contained in a simple phrase, repeated by two people, and believed to be a spell capable of building a separate country just for the two of them.

Here, everyday life coexists with the cosmos: tired shoulders, a cat from the doorway, and suddenly - a huge force that lifts you straight into the sky, into the ‘lu-ra-la’ in the wind. The song sounds like an endless summer, where even a crack in the glass or a crooked crescent moon are not a hindrance, but part of the overall light. In this fragile, almost everyday happiness lies cosmic magic - simple, accessible, but at the same time absolutely eternal.