300CV

My heart is pounding like an engine at full throttle, and fatigue, memories, and too much pain are mixed into this rhythm. Here, alcohol becomes an ally, and the lines are like a confession, where every word is half a cry, half a scar. Growing up too early, losing too much and still keeping going, as if speed itself will save you.

The text conveys the bitterness of loss, but also a proud ‘I didn't break’. A mixture of youthful audacity and heavy maturity: angels in heaven, courts on earth, and between them - an attempt to stay alive, to shine at least for a moment. The music seems to draw you into a whirlwind, where every beat hits your temples and every image burns.

And yet, there is light in this chaos: memories of loved ones, fans, a mother whose blessing is carefully carried into the night. The result is not just a track about survival, but a chronicle of a journey where pain and glory go hand in hand, and both become fuel.