CITRUS

Here, the energy resembles the morning air after rain - it smells of citrus, asphalt, and freedom. The words sound like an inner cry that what is important is not always loud: you can walk along winding alleys, cast off old fears, drop your ‘correct’ masks and still find happiness in what you hold close.

There is a sense of movement in every verse - as if your heart is racing down the runway, ready to shoot straight into the sky. This is a song about real strength, not about armour and fists, but about the determination not to let go, about loyalty that does not fade, and about freedom that grows even through concrete, like stubborn grass.