freddy krueger

It sounds like a chaotic dream after a too noisy day: words spill out in fragments, sometimes boastful, sometimes tired, sometimes almost tender. “The world's elite from Russia” coexists with rain that “cries because I'm not there” - and from this strange mix emerges a picture of a city at night, where someone jumps around in torn pants and someone else whispers about the light on their face.

In this song, aggression and vulnerability are intertwined, like graffiti and rain in an underground passage. It seems like bravado, but the tone conveys fatigue and a desire to hide away alone, to stop playing a role for just a moment. It's not just a set of words - it's a stream in which rap, nighttime emotions, and half-asleep romance turn into a lively, uneven confession.