Rico

The music immediately smells like a dance floor - sticky from cocktails, but full of fire. Where words are no longer needed, and glances work better than any agreement. A touch of insolence, a pinch of audacity, and a sea of movement - and suddenly the evening turns into an endless “one more time.”

There is a lot of sweetness in the rhythm, but it is not cloying, rather the kind that makes your head spin, like a mojito that is too strong. It all sounds like a game: who will outrun whom on the turn, who will keep up this pace longer. But the ending is always the same - to surrender to the music anyway and let it carry you above the clouds.

The song doesn't pretend to promise anything great. It just whispers, “Let's dance while our legs can still carry us.” And, honestly, that's all you need on nights like this.