There is so much noise, so much rush, and we all try to turn away from it, But still, we all live in our own cities with our own ideas, our plans and dreams. We wake up and we fall asleep (or at least try to) with all of our worries in mind, We want to shape our lives exactly how we want them, We change some things and disregard the other, To some people we are willing to listen, and some we just don't want to hear.
Is there a place in this city where we can really be alone? Could be our own home, or could be it’s rooftop or someplace else, Or maybe we don’t really have to… I don’t know.
How often do we look up into the sky? When was the last time I looked up into the sky? I don’t remember really
Do I believe music can make a difference in our world? No, I don’t. I just love writing and playing music It’s my kind of meditation, a way to escape troubles Sometimes for better, sometimes for worse.
Have you ever heard of a place called Khuga or the people of Zou? I haven’t seen those places, I haven’t met those people, I haven’t seen that many places in my lifetime, But I’d like to visit at least some of them Life is so short, and there’s so much we want to do But all of this is no more than words, just words… We are so lucky to have music with us Anywhere, everywhere and always
It would cry and it would laugh together with us, Share our sadness or just be there for us, Sometimes we get tired of it, but then we start to miss it, Sometimes we realize we have to part our ways, And we go looking for a new exciting friend to listen to And it is music that I want to listen to now