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A nocturnal ode to trivialities and luxury - a voice that whispers “you can spend everything” and then laughs in time with the bass. The vocals are lively and bold, as if a night out at the club has turned into a manifesto: brands, cigarettes, money “for nothing,” and endless self-confidence. There are no tender feelings here - only crude irony, applause for underground glamour and a slight weariness from eternal glitz.

Inside this deliberate bravado lies a warm weariness: crumpled posts, random calls and words that cut more from the truth than from malice. You can wink at the song - it is both self-deprecating and honest: life sometimes looks better through a filter, but even without a filter, it remains funny, rough, and familiar in its own way.