NEDROBYA

The Buryat wind, mixed with petrol, ambition and a touch of tenderness. Here, the streets are noisy not with the crunch of tyres, but with plans for the future - bold as hot tea in the frost. Some are still dreaming of making it big, while others are already taking off - perhaps only in their minds, but confidently, with rhymes instead of gaps.

This beat is about hustle and self-belief, the heaviness of the journey and the lightness of flight. Gold is not in chains, but in the intention to pull loved ones out of everyday life, where ‘I did what I had to, not what I wanted.’ A little chaos, a little gloss, and in the midst of it all - an honest desire to build a house of seven thousand square metres, just to prove: it worked.

And amid the noise of the night city, a quiet ‘she and I are Eve and Adam’ suddenly sounds. And all this armour of hip-hop, swagger and bank accounts suddenly turns into a living heart that still knows how to burn, even under layers of concrete and bass.