Bez Strachu

It roars, smokes, and sparkles - as if the night itself decided to put on a performance with flashes of gunfire and a pulsating beat. Here, ballerinas dance not in tutus, but in machine gun fire, and the word “bad” sounds like a title rather than a reproach. The atmosphere is cinematic: a little criminal glamour, a little chaos, and that very bravado when even the fatigue of the chase becomes part of the legend. Everything is loud, bold, and defiant, like a final “look closely, you won't see this again.”

Producer: Jeff Junior

Manufacturer: White T-shirt

Composer: Nikita Andreevich Labudev

Composer: Alexei Sergeevich Vasilyev

Lyricist: Oleg Viktorovich Nechiporenko