Life's a Gamble

Sleep is for the weak, and the street lives by its own rules: here, dice are thrown more often than words of support. It's all like a game of chance - only instead of cards, it's life at stake, and the stakes are always higher than you'd like. Silhouettes glide in the darkness of the streetlights, rustling behind you, and you can't tell if it's the wind or someone coming to test your luck.

The music sounds like a night trip with the trunk open, hiding something more than just iron and dust. Dry irony: “It doesn't matter who you are or where you're from - a mistake costs the same.” And through all this coldness, there is a strange feeling of clarity: as long as you keep the rhythm, the game continues.