Quevedo: Bzrp Music Sessions, Vol. 52

The evening begins innocently: the sparkle of glasses, the mirrored glass rim, and a slightly cheeky glance in the dancing light. And then - as if someone turned off reality and turned on ‘no sleep’ mode. The clock is the first to give up: at one o'clock everything is fun, at three it's already unreal, and by morning all that remains is tired happiness and the desire to repeat it.

There is no room for chance here: even champagne sounds like a prop when your heart beats louder than the music. Cars, clubs, islands - just a backdrop for a single scene: to meet with your eyes and forget that the world has a schedule at all.

In the end, what remains is a simple, almost naive desire - to do it again. To get lost in the night again, to count the steps until dawn again, and to cure insomnia with someone else's breath again. Everything else is just details, albeit with shiny wrapping.