Paris

It's too late to look for romance when you're surrounded by concrete, sirens, and the smell of gasoline. Here, love is measured in nights survived and wads of cash, and faith is measured in the hope that the police will drive by today. A world where every step is on edge, and the music sounds like a heartbeat accelerated by anxiety and tequila. The air is filled with a mixture of fatigue, excitement, and doomed revelry: Paris glows, but this light is more like a flash of a spotlight before an arrest.

The track is like a half-voiced confession, between laughter and screaming. Here, no one waits for salvation; here, they simply place their bets - on money, on the night, on life. And while the engine roars and the city swallows its sounds, there remains one rule: it's either you or death.