Majself - Zázrak (prod. Grizzly)

Ever had a dream that feels like your Wi-Fi signal dropped halfway through reincarnation?

That’s this track.

You’re wandering through a town that doesn’t exist — where the butcher sells philosophy, the church bells have stage fright, and every cop turns into Dali smoke before you can ask for directions. The street food is just salad (tragic), gravity’s on vacation, and somewhere, a mannequin is leading choir practice in C minor.

It’s Chillwave meets Dub meets existential tourism.
A soundtrack for when you wake up mid-REM and say,
“Wait… was I just flirting with Nietzsche at a farmers’ market?”

So put on your headphones, lose your sense of direction,
and come stroll through the streets of the town in your dream —
where time loops, lettuce rules, and nothing refunds your sanity. 🌀🥗

Lyrics:

I woke up walking — nowhere near awake,
Cobblestones whisper, “You made a mistake.”
The butcher’s got novels, he’s quoting Sartre,
Slicing up paper like fine foie gras.
A taxi floats by without any wheels,
The driver just hums what no one feels.

Every door leads back to me,
Every clock says half-past three.
And the church bells sing off-key —
Something’s wrong with gravity.

In the streets of the town in my dream,
Nothing’s real — it’s all in between.
The air tastes cold though the sun should gleam,
In the streets of the town in my dream. 

Salad for supper, salad for soul,
Street food’s green — it swallows me whole.
The preacher’s replaced by a mannequin choir,
They chant about truth, but they all expire.
Graffiti eyes blink on cathedral stone,
Triangles smile like they’re overthrown.

I ask a cop, “Where’s the train today?”
He says, “Behind the station — it’s all display.”
Then turns to smoke in a Dali way,
And blonde girls point — they all say:

In the streets of the town in my dream,
Nothing’s real — it’s all in between.
The air tastes cold though the sun should gleam,
In the streets of the town in my dream. 

A movie set sky starts to tear at the seam,
Lights flicker — they forgot the scene.
A child draws squares where shadows should lean,
And whispers, “Wake up — or join the routine.”

In the streets of the town in my dream,
The cold feels warm, the sane’s obscene.
And I can’t escape that silver sheen,
In the streets of the town in my dream. 

The butcher’s now gone, the books still bleed,
A salad falls slow, a ghost takes the lead.
And I — half-awake, half unseen —
Still walk the streets of the town in my dream.

In the Streets of the Town in My Dream

Miky Mora a Peter Pann - Rymy (ft. Momo)

Roman Zámožný Ft.Čistychov, Slipo, Momo, Majself, Majkspirit - Ideme Spolu RMX

3. Kali - Mŕtvi Prod.Peter Pann OFFICIAL AUDIO

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DMS MMXV - SLNKO STOJ prod. Smart (bonus)

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