
No one expects a street violinist to break their hearts—but Karolina does it without a word. With just a bow and a melody, she plays “You’re Still The One” as if she’s SUMMONING ghosts—of lost loves, of silent goodbyes, of promises still echoed. Strangers freeze, tears fall, and for a brief, painful moment, the city forgets how to breathe. This isn’t just music—it’s memory, magic, and mourning… all from the hands of a girl the world will never forget.
·“You’re Still The One” Was No Longer Just a Song — Under Karolina Protsenko’s Bow, It Became a Whisper From One Heart to Another The street corner, usually buzzing with …
No one expects a street violinist to break their hearts—but Karolina does it without a word. With just a bow and a melody, she plays “You’re Still The One” as if she’s SUMMONING ghosts—of lost loves, of silent goodbyes, of promises still echoed. Strangers freeze, tears fall, and for a brief, painful moment, the city forgets how to breathe. This isn’t just music—it’s memory, magic, and mourning… all from the hands of a girl the world will never forget. Read More