Востаннє востаннє

A raw confession fuelled by adrenaline – like a conversation with a mirror after a long battle. The words here are not poetry, but scars that measure the lessons learned: where style ends and hackwork begins, where to open your soul and where to grit your teeth. Every step on the blade is a risk of falling, but also a way to survive without losing yourself.

In the chorus, the mantra ‘востаннє’ sounds like a spell: the last cigarette, the last mistake, the last attempt to convince yourself that now it will definitely be different. It sounds like the rumbling of an internal engine that has already learned to fall and get up, and now laughs through clenched teeth, measuring out a new circle on its thin edge.