Fever

Fever hidden in designer labels: as if the body is shaking from both heat and cold at the same time. Bloodstains and traces of someone else's night on your T-shirt, noise in your pockets, pills and a fast rhythm that won't let you stop. Everything around you is overflowing with luxury, but inside, there's the smell of pharmacies and the feeling that your heart is beating too loudly.

Each verse is like a flash in a dark club: red light, sharp cheekbones, breathless, but hands still reaching for a new dose of speed - be it a track, a bottle or another brand on the shelf. Here, faith is sought not in a cathedral, but in a toilet cubicle, under the heavy whisper of Saint Laurent.

The ironic madness of the big city: outside, an open-air party, the convertible top down, inside, an escape from oneself into yet another haze. This is the soundtrack for those who know how to live ‘too fast’ and still catch every moment before it crumbles into dust on their trainers.