Cifre

The drums beat slowly and seemingly condescendingly - a steady beat that conceals both glamour and a muted threat. The count ‘una, două, trei’ becomes a ritual: not just a countdown, but a way of keeping the world in order - money, women, ‘all vagabonds’ - everything comes together in short, invigorating formulas that make you want to stamp your foot.

The text plays with numbers as if they were household accounts: irony about debts, a little bragging and the importance of a ‘filter’ in life so as not to burn out. It sounds like advice from the street and at the same time like a personal rule: don't let numbers eat away at your mood, don't turn everything into a meaningless puzzle. The voice keeps count and winks at the listener - sometimes gently, sometimes cheekily.

In the finale, there is a feeling of a shared celebration: a friendly tally, where each ‘one, two, three’ is an invitation to raise a glass and laugh at the sums. The style is warm and slightly cheeky, like a diary entry that you want to reread before going out on the town again.