Berger

At first, it sounds like a joke - really, who seriously thinks about why they didn't become a shepherd? But behind the ironic game, there is a strange tenderness: the fear of losing what is dear, the fear of looking down at the precipice and thinking that everything could come to an end there.

The music flows slowly, like rain on glass: monotonous, lulling, with a slight melancholy and a kind of English restraint. It seems like a slight absurdity, but between the lines there is a confession - sometimes it is easier to give up ‘mad love’ than to take a risk and end up empty-handed in the rain again.