blue

Tenderness wrapped in a cloud. Everything here seems to be slightly slowed down - breathing, waves, even light. The world has narrowed down to two people who have nothing to prove. Just warm air, a few dreams and a promise whispered softly so as not to spoil the moment.

It seems as if the song was written not with ink, but with sea water and moonlight - so light that the words almost dissolve. Love here is not a storm, not passion, but a quiet ‘stay,’ stretched out over the whole night. And if you listen closely, you can catch that rare feeling when the future has not yet begun, but is already somewhere nearby - breathing in unison.