Description
It's like a teenage diary written not with a pen, but with neon lights and pills. There is no place here for a quiet adult life - only chains, nicknames, smoke, and the desire to disappear beautifully. Every word sounds like a cry from the dim light of a club, where they learned the taste of immortality too early and started talking about death too early.
This rhythm contains both bravado and fragility. It contains 18 years that you want to live at once, while your eyes are still shining and your chains are still burning. Sweet longing mixed with aggression turns rough street slang into a confession. The song seems to hang on a fine line: between eternal youth as a myth and eternal fatigue as reality.
Lyrics and translation
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