Pretty Woman (All Around The World) (with Gabry Ponte)

The city bustles, shop windows sparkle, and in this whirlwind of light she appears - the one who makes even traffic lights forget their order. Everything seems to be as usual: heels tap on the tiles, shop windows reflect lights and glances. But there is something dangerously hypnotic about this gait, like a confident chord on an old piano, behind which someone has remembered how passion sounds.

And next to her is the eternal observer, not the hero of the novel, but clearly a regular at shop windows and dreams. In his head is rhythm, heat, and slight madness. He is not a romantic, he is a gourmet. Beauty does not evoke awe in him, but appetite - such that even a candy shop seems like a lean store. This is not about love until death - rather, it is about how life calls you to the dance floor and winks at you from the mirror in the fitting room.

Everything happens quickly, boldly, and with a spark. And even though it's the same street, the same noise, and the same day, it seems that somewhere between the verses, the world has become a little brighter. A beautiful woman just walked by.