Schmerz

A mixture of tired gloss and rough reality - like a photo taken on a night-time motorway, where the headlights smear into streaks and the heart seems to have forgotten where it belongs. The words swing between confession and detachment: about pain that recedes, about trust that has turned into a commodity, and about the one and only feeling that remains alive - love for one's mother.

The music flows like footsteps on asphalt with a holey trainer: confident, but still heavy. This is a hymn to fragments of hope, which does not complain, but simply states - ‘that's how it is’ - and still manages to sound warm. There is no pathos in it, only a stubborn desire to hold on, even if there is emptiness inside and around you is a city that has long since ceased to embrace you.