ENZO

It smells of roads and late flights - the kind where the city is already asleep, but inside, the engine of desire is still humming. These lines convey the exhaustion of chasing a dream and the sweet taste of confidence that it was all worth it. While some count millions, here they count sleepless nights, postponed contracts, and promises to themselves that “everything is still ahead.”

Each line seems to glow like neon from the studio window - a little cold, a little lonely, but beautiful to the point of giving you goosebumps. Where love is jealous of the microphone, and silence is more annoying than criticism. And even if there are no diamonds yet, there is an honest drive that is worth more than any gold - because that is what everything is built on.