Lasso

The bar smells of beer and adventure, somewhere between karaoke and a cowboy series. The lights flash, boots tap out the rhythm, and even the most modest suddenly feel like heroes in hats and lassos. Love here is not a languid drama, but a rodeo on the dance floor: you can fall down, you can catch luck by the tail, or you can just laugh until you drop from exhaustion.

Everything in this song spins like a barrel - a little silly, a little daring, but with real excitement. When the night smells like gold, not bronze, and there's only one thing on your mind: “Hop hop, let's go!”