Vazgeçtim

There's a taste of rust and fresh rain in that sound - as if an old letter got wet, but you can still read it to the last word. In it, stubbornness and fatigue share a single mug, and both pretend everything is under control. The words sound firm, but between the lines, there's a faint echo of those who were once the meaning. Everything seems to have been decided long ago, but when the wind blows across the wet asphalt, memory starts playing on repeat again. Words: Impala Rhythm: Şakir Beatz Violin: Aysima Guitar: Femrez Mixing/Mastering: Impala Cover Art: Impala Recording: Agarta Music