Obvious, like each song of M. Pokora, more than a beautiful creation but fair, precise and smart reflection of familiar realities defining our life.
A story about routine. Gestures, hours, stains of indifference and love in only sense, small, at first sight, frustrations, and a powerful confession as form of mute cry.
And, sure, not the last, M. Pokora , in this case his tatoo body becoming significant part of story.
A song about coldness of life, familiar, maybe, for many from us, sign of forms of resignation and strange aspects of hope.
No doubts, a love song, beautiful itself, no doubts, but especialy for the clear truth contained.
A story about routine. Gestures, hours, stains of indifference and love in only sense, small, at first sight, frustrations, and a powerful confession as form of mute cry.
And, sure, not the last, M. Pokora , in this case his tatoo body becoming significant part of story.
A song about coldness of life, familiar, maybe, for many from us, sign of forms of resignation and strange aspects of hope.
No doubts, a love song, beautiful itself, no doubts, but especialy for the clear truth contained.