Another Cruel Summer

At some point, everything becomes crystal clear: rain, falling leaves, and there it is - that anxiety that creeps up on you when rain has long ceased to be romantic and has simply become rain. The desire to hold on to a love that is a mixture of summer memories and cold autumn fills the heart with doubts. Questions spring up like mushrooms: ‘Will you still love me when I'm alone?’ But somewhere among these thoughts, something important slips through - a feeling of connection, that very moment when love is no longer so perfect, but real. Music is like life: sometimes it lifts you up on wings, and sometimes it makes you think that not everything is under control.