Milion Słów

The words here are like heavy coins scattered by the wind - they ring, fall, and sink into the cold air. Every sound is an attempt to remain honest in a world where words have become as devalued as yesterday's currency rate. This track has no pretence, no gloss – just weariness from falsehood and a strange persistence to keep moving forward, even when the path is a complete swamp of other people's masks and one's own mistakes. This doesn't sound like aggression, but rather adult sobriety: it's about those who once stopped throwing promises away like napkins after a party. About those who understood that a word is not hype or a like, but the last currency that still holds its value.