BEDOESIARA

The heart of the song is the morning rise and painful pride in every effort: cheerfulness after the gym in the company of aching muscles, the alarm clock at seven, the plan to ‘earn money and spend it all on shoes and a bag.’ Here, it's all about the little rituals of adult life - a TV series with a blanket and kebab as a temporary weakness, manicures and creams as a small personal ceremony, and the understanding that you can shape your body and not listen to the voice of ideals. The mood is warm, sometimes sarcastic, always honest: you want to work and are ready to work, but sometimes you can allow yourself to be small.

The second layer is a light-hearted battle cry: don't tolerate disrespect, don't forgive betrayal, and don't wait for a saviour. Sisterhood, a mother-teacher, and your own plan to take over the world - all of this is close at hand, like instructions in your pocket. Her attitude towards outside advice is a smile and a switch: ‘help yourself,’ and in response to condemnation, a sarcastic wave of the hand. The result is a hymn to independence in everyday details: grind, manicure, a cup of coffee, and the confidence that everything will be done properly.