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Steps on hot asphalt always sound louder when your inner battery is playing - the one that doesn't run out even after a hundred falls. Here, the rhymes smell of the street and sweat, but instead of heaviness, there is a light bravado: as if the whole world was trying to hold back, but only managed to accelerate.

The phases change like the moon outside the minibus window: sometimes dark, sometimes light, sometimes eternally “almost.” But every time it comes out again and again - loud, with faith, with an unshakable “I told you so.” Music where fatigue hides behind the beat, and victory repeats itself until it ceases to be a coincidence and becomes character.