babki i łopatki

A song that smells like childhood - the dust from swings and shovels on the playground, the sweet smoke from a bonfire, and the "Mini Mini" record playing on an old television. It features a grandmother waving from the fruit block window and a father carrying a child away from childhood fears – straight to the stars, bypassing Betelgeuse. This is the very moment when a strange diamond still lies in the sand, and tomorrow already smells of departure, growing up, and the first losses. The wind is trying to blow you off the face of the earth like a feather, and someone is waving from the distant past... and you so wish this exciting, bittersweet peace in your heart would never end.