The song is about 'a swamp in a foggy morning in the Middle Ages'.

How precise I have to be? And where is the boundary beyond which comes unnecessary perfectionism?

How precise I have to be? And where is the boundary beyond which comes unnecessary perfectionism?

How precise I have to be? And where is the boundary beyond which comes unnecessary perfectionism?

How precise I have to be? And where is the boundary beyond which comes unnecessary perfectionism?

How precise I have to be? And where is the boundary beyond which comes unnecessary perfectionism?

Muted strat - what could be better for a quiet holiday for one?

Muted strat - what could be better for a quiet holiday for one?

Muted strat - what could be better for a quiet holiday for one?

Tango, yeah... It often seemed to appear as displaying the life itself, but in reality it's just... ~tired passion~