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Strength born of stubbornness and gratitude. Every word speaks of streets where people survive not out of malice, but out of principle: so as not to let down those who once held their hand. The voice sounds like the hoarse diary of a person who has gone through noise, pain, poverty - and now does not complain, but simply tells it like it is.

The music seems to smell of sweat, rain, and the night city, where the lights shine just enough to keep you on track. There is no pathos here, only calm confidence: everything that is given must be worked for honestly. And if a dream sinks beneath the surface, it is still caught - not for the sake of glory, but to prove to oneself that it is possible to live beautifully and authentically.