TA TO FRIO

The combination of the heat of the streets and icy calmness - that's how this song sounds. The rough bass rumbles like the engine of an old motorbike at an intersection, where it's always noisy and a little dangerous. No one here pretends that everything is smooth: everyone survives in their own way - some fight, some earn money, some just watch others fall. The air smells of sweat, exhaust fumes and self-respect that cannot be bought with likes or a brand name on your trainers.

The rhythm flows like the footsteps of those who know the value of their scars. Here, the cold is not from winter - it is in the voice, in the intonation, in the confidence that other people's opinions have long been written off as scrap. When the verses say frío, frío, you feel not indifference, but power that needs no warmth. It's not a challenge - it's a statement. The world is noisy, but in the neighbourhood, everything is the same: noise, smoke, and their own truth, for which they make no apologies.