Gift

This song is a gift. A gift for a former enemy, who later became a true friend, honest and sincere, whom you can trust unconditionally, and then a friend until a threshold. If you have not realized that you have crossed the threshold ...

Not that you or he have done something reproachable. No. Just a different setting. Only two very different paths ensue from this. And there is no return.

Each border situation can be considered as a risk and chance. I am an artist, I only register chance, believing that a new idea has the potential to take you out of any situation ... And so speaking, the risk is negligible and does not count. Unreasonable ... but who expects common sense from the artist?

Common sense, according to Einstein, is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen.

When descending into the depths of Jean Bernard, 1358 meters below the surface, my man went down first. He's big for а caver and hе noted somewhere in the abyss while threading like worms that as a leader of the group, if stuck, would prevent the girls from making the record. He waited the next widening and let them go ahead.

- And if he got stuck following them, how would they come out? And how would people know they have made a record?

- Haven’t thought about that.

That is the right answer. When you feel comfortable in your special field, you do not even think of the risk.