Vredina & Grustinka
Vredina Vredina
Grustinka Grustinka
Grustinka Grustinka
Do you ever think the rain is the sky’s way of humming a sad tune, and yet you still keep shouting against it, finding some kind of bright rebellion in the storm?
Vredina Vredina
Yeah, I see the sky singing its gloomy ballad, but I keep shouting louder, because that’s where the real rebellion lives. I’m not here to just listen.
Grustinka Grustinka
Your shout is like a thunderclap against the quiet, a raw note that refuses the sky’s hush. It’s brave, and it feels like the only way to make your own song heard. But remember, even the strongest storms sometimes pause, letting their own echo settle. It’s in that pause that you might find the depth your rebellion seeks.
Vredina Vredina
Sure, the storm can hush, but that pause is just the sky’s breathing. If you listen, maybe you’ll hear the raw beat beneath the quiet and keep that rebel roar alive. Keep shouting, just… let the echo remind you why you’re doing it.