Fever

A fever hidden in designer labels: as if the body is shaking from both heat and cold at the same time. Bloodstains and traces of someone else's night on the T-shirt, noise, pills, and a fast rhythm that won't let you stop in your pockets. Everything around is overflowing with luxury, but inside there is the smell of pharmacies and the feeling that your heart is beating too loudly.

Each verse is like a flash in a dark club: red light, sharp cheekbones, breathless, but hands still reaching for another dose of speed - be it a track, a bottle, or another brand on the shelf. Here, faith is sought not in a cathedral, but in a toilet cubicle, under the heavy whisper of Saint Laurent.

The ironic madness of the big city: outside, an open-air party, the convertible top down, inside, an escape from oneself into yet another haze. This is the soundtrack for those who know how to live “too fast” and at the same time catch every moment before it crumbles into dust on their sneakers.