На седьмое небо

It smells like rain and electricity. Everything around seems to have been washed to a shine, and people with unfamiliar faces are reflected in the shop windows - smiling too earnestly, as if rehearsing happiness. And amid this carnival, you can almost hear the question that no one dares to ask aloud: what is the point of all this? Why do we live if we have never learned to be ourselves?

The melody evokes a light feeling of flight, when you take a step into nowhere, but suddenly find the sky beneath your feet. Somewhere out there, on the seventh floor, perhaps, the answer is hidden. But for now, there is just a beautiful sadness that makes you want to stay a little longer.