300CV

My heart pounds like an engine at full throttle - and mixed in with this rhythm are fatigue, memories, and too much pain. Here, alcohol becomes an ally, and the lines become something like a confession, where every word is half a cry, half a scar. Growing up too early, losing too much, and still keeping going, as if speed itself will save you.

The text conveys the bitterness of loss, but also a proud “I didn't break.” A mixture of youthful audacity and heavy maturity: angels in heaven, courts on earth, and between them - an attempt to stay alive, to shine at least for a moment. The music seems to draw you into a whirlwind, where every beat hits your temples and every image burns.

And yet, there is light in this chaos: memories of loved ones, fans, a mother whose blessing is carefully carried into the night. The result is not just a track about survival, but a chronicle of a journey where pain and glory go hand in hand, and both become fuel.