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There is something in this song that reminds me of an old summer morning, when the sun is still soft and the grass cools my bare feet. The river flows - and it seems to talk, to listen like no one else. You can tell it everything: about your childhood, about your longing, about how your heart seems to be alive again.

It does not rush, does not judge, just carries you along - along with the scent of willow trees, the splashing of fish, and your grandfather's fishing rod on the shore. Everything in these sounds is real - simple, pure, almost forgotten. It is a place where happiness is not loud, but quiet, like the reflection of the sky in the water.