In 1879, Lesya Ukrainka penned verses that still resonate today: “I have neither fate nor freedom, There’s only one hope left, Hope to return to Ukraine again, To see my native country again...”
Fast forward to 2024, where I find myself in a war refugee camp in Germany, with nothing but my music, born from the rubble of my destroyed home.
🎧 I wrote this track in this camp, sitting on the top bunk with my laptop and old cheap headphones. In the background you can hear the sounds of birds that I recorded on a voice recorder at night while wandering the empty streets of Schweinfurt.
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In 1879, Lesya Ukrainka penned verses that still resonate today:
“I have neither fate nor freedom,
There’s only one hope left,
Hope to return to Ukraine again,
To see my native country again...”
Fast forward to 2024, where I find myself in a war refugee camp in Germany, with nothing but my music, born from the rubble of my destroyed home.
🎧 I wrote this track in this camp, sitting on the top bunk with my laptop and old cheap headphones. In the background you can hear the sounds of birds that I recorded on a voice recorder at night while wandering the empty streets of Schweinfurt.
🫸 LISTEN FOR FREE:
on.soundcloud.com/sd2Th3AFsCX8PHzt8
Spotify/Apple Music/Tidal… :
go.protonradio.com/r/rlwivwI5ed29A
Grateful to KRUG Records for noticing my track, set to release on 15/05/24 alongside other talented musicians
🙏🏼 Thank you.
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