A melancholy tune played on piano, drums, bass and guitar.
During the Corona disaster, the city and its streets were closed off.
More and more children have never seen anyone in a festival costume, as if they were learning for the first time that the mask with the beak belonged to a doctor.
We have endured so well.
We step quietly into this dreadful season, believing that one day we will be able to frolic again, if we only remember that joy of living.
In our windows, in our respective rooms.Sample Audio