This is a quest for the leitmotif of something not yet existing, when you feel that a key, significant event is about to unfold.
It’s like the atmosphere before rain, the mood, the sensation. You already know—it’s about to pour! But not a single drop has fallen yet. And you see that first drop already flying… It’s in the air, and until it hits the ground, you can’t say the rain has started.
I truly miss new songs, both literally and metaphorically, like air, like oxygen. Not “museum” songs, but ones that truly express the world I want to live in. I feel they have already been written but have not yet manifested in this world.
The images of birds flying through the smoke toward the light, a child softly crying in their sleep, and a moment of silence between explosions… are real. This is the 21st century, Europe. Ukraine.
