La tana del granchio

Like the scent of sea salt that lingers on the skin after a long summer, the song hides both weariness and tenderness within itself. Everything in it is slightly out of place: the silent guitar, the torn bag, the love left in the car under the sun. But in this mess, there's a strange warmth, as if someone is quietly confessing their feelings, unable to find the right words. She sounds like an evening breeze after a fight – cool, stubborn, almost forgiving. Each verse drags on like a conversation that should have ended a long time ago, but no one dares to be the first to stop. And yet, there's a care in his voice, awkward and genuine, like an attempt to say "I love you" that gets cut off halfway.