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The song presents a haunting yet beautiful meditation on death and remembrance. Instead of traditional mourning, the speaker wishes for "strange flowers" to be planted on their grave, allowing them to symbolically live on through nature. These flowers, growing under moonlight and rain, carry the speaker’s essence, whispering their untold stories. Rejecting stone markers or epitaphs, the song embraces a more ethereal, organic legacy. The repeated chorus suggests a mystical afterlife where the speaker dances through the petals, drinking their nectar, blurring the line between death and an ongoing, poetic existence.

Strange Flowers

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From the ALBUM "Letters to Mama" Featuring Gail Gatling. https://soundcloud.com/rplayin/sets/letters-to-mama
https://open.spotify.com/track/6rUZQ2YLgseaBPAgGRqBBY

"I was a victim… but I ain’t one no more."
Verse 1:
I walked through fire, I bathed in pain,
Learned to fight so I’d never feel it again.
They cut me down, they tore me apart,
But they ain't never gonna break my heart.
Chorus:
Sons of vengeance, we rise, we stand,
No more victims, we take command.
We wear our scars like battle lines,
We ain't afraid—this war is mine.
Verse 2:
No more shadows in my bed,
No more nightmares in my head.
I found my strength, I forged my steel,
Mama, I learned how to heal.
Bridge 
You can’t kill what won’t lay down,
I ain’t running, I own this ground.
Chorus:
Sons of vengeance, we rise, we stand,
No more victims, we take command.
We wear our scars like battle lines,
We ain't afraid—this war is mine.
Outro 
"I was broken… now I'm unbreakable."

Letters To Mama

Sons of Vengence

Sons of Vengeance(HD)

Und der Wind pfeift

Forever and a Day

Forever and a Day Vol1

More Than Victory v3 (1)

FK LOVE, FK LIFE" 💔💀🔥
Drowning in pain, lost in the smoke, and too numb to give a fuck—"FK LOVE, FK LIFE" is the soundtrack to heartbreak, self-destruction, and the demons that never leave. This emo-rap/melodic trap masterpiece blends raw emotions with hypnotic melodies, heavy 808s, and lyrics that cut deep.

From the codeine-soaked nights to the fuck-the-world energy, this album is a dark diary of heartbreak, addiction, and rage, capturing the highs, the lows, and the moments where nothing feels real. Each track is a confession, a scream into the void, a drug-laced lullaby for the broken.

With anthems like "Dead Inside," "Falling Faster," "Lost in My Head," and "FKED UP AGAIN,"** this project hits hard, leaving no room for fake love or second chances.

No filters. No fake shit. Just raw, unfiltered pain. Welcome to the world of "FK LOVE, FK LIFE"—where the only way out is through the music.

💀 Fuck love. Fuck life. Just press play

Dead Inside

Song: Ma Jay May
Artist: Ugay
Music & Mix: B'vek
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Defekt

Late September Heart is a quiet story of almosts — the words not said, the looks held a second too long, the song left hanging in the air. Set against a backdrop of worn leather booths and late-night jukebox hum, this track leans into a slow-burning country-blues feel. It’s the kind of song that doesn’t raise its voice, but lingers like smoke — steady, honest, and full of the things we don’t say. For nights when something stirs, even in silence. For what almost was.

Late September Heart erzählt leise von allem, was fast passiert wäre – Worte, die in der Kehle stecken bleiben, Blicke, die zu lange halten, ein Song, der in der Luft hängen bleibt. Der Sound: rau und warm, wie eine Jukebox in einem Diner kurz vor Feierabend. Country-Blues in seiner stillsten Form – ehrlich, zurückgenommen, und voller unausgesprochener Dinge. Für Nächte, in denen etwas bleibt. Auch wenn nichts geschieht.

Late September Heart

No One Tells You When It Starts is about the kind of change that doesn’t make a sound. A street corner, a faded memory, a version of yourself that never quite arrived — this is a story told in fragments. It’s not about the big moments, but the quiet unraveling of what once felt permanent. Some things slip away without warning. And some words stay stuck inside, long after it’s too late to say them.



No One Tells You When It Starts erzählt von den Veränderungen, die still passieren. Eine Straßenecke, eine Erinnerung, eine Version von dir selbst, die nie ganz geworden ist – dieser Song spricht von Momenten, die niemand bemerkt, und doch alles verändern. Nicht das Große, sondern das leise Verschwinden steht im Mittelpunkt. Manches geht, bevor man es merkt. Und manches bleibt ungesagt, bis es zu spät ist.


No one tells you when it starts

Berlin is not a love song.
It’s a memory you can’t hold,
a spark that burned too fast,
a night that felt more real than most days.

This track captures the wild pulse of a moment —
when someone walks into your life like a storm
and leaves before the sky clears.

You were Berlin.
Not the city. The feeling.


Berlin ist kein Lovesong.
Es ist eine Erinnerung, die man nicht festhalten kann,
ein Funke, der zu schnell verglüht,
eine Nacht, die echter war als viele Tage.

Dieser Track fängt den rohen Puls eines Moments ein –
wenn jemand wie ein Sturm ins Leben rauscht
und wieder verschwindet, bevor der Himmel aufreißt.

Du warst Berlin.
Nicht die Stadt. Das Gefühl.

Berlin

You said, “Don’t ask me where I’m from”
Lit a smoke and bit your thumb
Your laugh was sharp, your eyes were wired
A fuse that never once got tired

You moved like you were on parole
Stole my drink, then stole my soul
Said, “This night’s got teeth, don’t blink”
And vanished faster than I think

You were Berlin
Not the city, but the sin
Midnight cigarette grin
Chaos under my skin
You were Berlin
No beginning, no win
Just a storm I ran into
And hoped would never end

We broke a lock to climb a roof
Screamed the stars like it was proof
That some things shine when they’re about to fall
And some don’t need a name at all

Your boots kicked sparks, your voice cut air
You kissed like truth, but didn’t care
Said, “Nothing’s real that lasts too long”
Then vanished in a fading song

You were Berlin
Not the skyline, but the spin
A dare wrapped in a hymn
No mercy, only grin
You were Berlin
No reason, no skin
Just a heat that pulled me in
And left me high as sin

And if you vanish in the morning—
Then Berlin was real for a night

Und der Wind pfeift

BRO