Чи хотілося тобі

There are calls that never happen, even though your fingers already know the number by heart. The music is like that drunken message, suspended between ‘I still love you’ and ‘I don't care anymore.’ The air is thick with the smell of cheap wine and a slight taste of regret - for what was left unsaid and for what was said too late.

Here, the walls seem to be able to scream: they have heard too much. This is a song about night-time weakness, when pride tightens your throat, but your voice still breaks through the smoke. About love that has long gone out of fashion but continues to live on - like an old jumper that you are ashamed to wear, but without which you are still cold.