Treillis

Somewhere between the concrete walls and the smell of morning coffee, a voice sounds, tired of explaining why everything turned out this way. There's no pathos here - just quiet anger and honesty that isn't boasted about. In every word is an attempt to survive without losing face, when life has long since dealt you a losing hand. The sound rolls dully, like the engine of an old scooter through a grey district: it's in no hurry, but it understands everything. It contains a longing for a world where respect isn't bought, and debts don't fade even with time. It's like talking to your father, listening even though you know it's too late to change anything. And yet, somewhere inside, that stubborn "it's not over yet" flickers. A strange tenderness hides between the verses and the beat - towards one's own, towards the past, towards the very fact that, despite everything, the heart still beats. Associated Performer: Boîte noire, Nino Associated Performer: Boîte noire Associated Performer, Lyricist: Nino Composer: Shaya Mixing Engineer: Lucien Roque Mastering Engineer: Masterdisk Europe