K HUBO PS MOR

The city lights flash, as if winking at this story - dangerous, daring, cloyingly sweet. Here, the streets smell of gunpowder, petrol and other people's gossip, but inside - only heat that does not cool down even in the rain. In this song, sex, risk and attachment are intertwined like wires on a pole, sparking but still carrying the current. It's about how two people hide their feelings between flights, motorcycles and night-time statuses, but never let each other go. Passion in which even banditry sounds gentle, and tenderness sounds like a shot that echoes throughout the neighbourhood.