Ostatni Taniec

The city breathes concrete and bravado. Here, no one waits for applause - they just survive beautifully, to the rhythm of gunshots, blocks, and counting days. Everything is built on stubbornness: brick by brick, verse by verse. Between anger and self-belief lies a thin layer of dust from dreams that have not yet been wiped from sneakers. The world has gone mad, but inside there remains a strange calm: even if everything collapses, there will always be a stage, a glass, and a reason to raise it to what they have achieved. The last dance sounds loud - not about saying goodbye, but about proving that they have survived, despite all this concrete.