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The track smells like a southern summer, where the heat melts the asphalt, but inside, for some reason, there is a blizzard. There is spark, lightness, and dancing until morning - but above all, there is a feeling that happiness is only “for now.” The rhythm echoes Rostov with its noisy courtyards, green taxis, chance encounters, and unspoken words that always remain “secret.” The music makes this snowfall in the heart a little softer, turning it into a soundtrack for escaping unnecessary thoughts.