Живий

Life is like burnt toast: a little bitter, but still smells like happiness. There is noise, ashes, and an uneasy silence between shots, but you still want another breath, another spring day, another sleepless night next to someone alive. There are no heroes in this song - only people who don't have time to be afraid because they are used to thanking fate even for pain.

Death is bored somewhere in the corner, while a samurai without a sword asks the sky for a little inspiration and friends in a noisy pub. Even in the midst of war, there is room for hydrangeas, quiet confessions and laughter that survives in spite of everything. And faith is not in eternity, but in the fact that tomorrow someone will say again: ‘alive.’ And that's enough to keep breathing.