Sunlight On Skin (Original Mix)

Above the World

Verse]
My foreign feet in a foreign land
I’ve never walked these streets before
But they speak of tales from long ago 
The sun paints gold on cobblestones
Oh, the stories they could tell
In Akrotiri

[Verse]
The ruins speak of ancient dreams
Lives cut down in a hot rush 
from burning lava streams
The legends say 
Lost souls still dance on the floor of the Aegean Sea
In Akrotiri

[Chorus]

With your history and your mysteries 
Red beaches and azure-blue seas
gray volcanic ash and sapphire streams
The people are warm and gracious
You can lose and find yourself in the beauty 
Of Akrotiri

[Verse]
The food’s a symphony on my tongue
 olive oil, fresh herbs, and feta bread 
Souvlaki sizzles on the grill and the wine runs red
They celebrate the living
They celebrate the dead

[Verse]

They speak of gods and battles fought
Of wisdom learned and lessons taught
The old men's misty eyes shine
As the young men recite 
chapters read and memorized from the Iliad
In Akrotiri

[Bridge]
Strings of a bouzouki hum through the night
The moon glows and the stars shine bright
I inhale the scent of Jasmine
I dance with strangers who feel like kin 
In Akrotiri

[Chorus]

With your history and your mysteries 
Red beaches and azure, blue seas
gray volcanic ash and sapphire streams
The people are warm and gracious
You can lose and find yourself in the beauty 
In Akrotiri

I’ve come a stranger to this sacred land
I leave...a friend
 I leave a part of my heart beating
In Akrotiri

Akrotiri

House of the stars

The fourth infection

****

I hear silence..
and in its captivity...
it seems - I know who's next..

you think..
this loss is mine,
that I couldn't help you..

you opened the doors anyway..

and.

I see...
how - pain already wears
your perfume..
walks dangerously nearby..

wrapped in velvet comfort..
but you can't be saved..

let.
my words sound
like dusty confessions..
in a jukebox
- which spins the truth in a circle..
seems boring..
its aromas come,
when -
you break..

yes.
this is my loss -
that I couldn't help you
and all the words became wind
on it
moral treatises burn brightly..

survivor there -
hears the whisper of ashes
like
loud - memory..
when urban fantasy - ends..

you don't know yet -
at top speed
can't get closer..
illusion-
closes the eyes of the truth..
and the pauses between phrases will become caustic -
when I -
name this pain -
you won't believe
that nothing can break a sentence..

you think..
this is my loss -
that I couldn't help you...

at a great distance
it takes hellish patience..
to see..
how softly freedom breaks
those who are not ready for it..

and then...
decide to change your past
like broken glass..

and you want to close this door..
and erase the love of the letter..

but now.

you think,
it's my loss -
that I couldn't help you.

and I see how pain already permeates your scent,
but you can't be saved....
can't be saved....

****

слышу тишину..
ии в её плену... 
кажется - знаю кто следущий..

думаешь..
это пройгрышь - мой
что не вышло тебе помочь ..

ты всё равно открыла двери..

и. 
я вижу...
как — боль уже носит 
твои духи..
ходит рядом опасно.. 
завёрнутая в комфорта бархат..
но тебя не спасти ..

пусть.
звучат мои слова 
как пыльные признания..
в музыкальном автомате
- который по кругу.. правду вращает ..
она скучной кажется ..
её ароматы приходят
когда -
разбиваешься..

да.
это пройгрышь мой —
что не вышло тебе помочь 
и все слова ветром стали
на нём 
ярко горят трактаты о морали ..

выживший там — 
слышит шёпот пепла
как 
громкое - воспоминание..
когда городское фэнтези - кончается..

ещё не знаешь -
на запредельной скорости
сближаться нельзя..
иллюзия-
закрывает правде глаза ..
и колкими станут паузы между фраз -
когда я -
назову эту боль - 
ты не поверишь 
что ничем не разорвать приговор ..

думаешь..
это пройгрышь мой —
что не вышло тебе помочь...

на длинной дистанции 
нужно терпение адское..
чтоб видеть ..
как мягко ломает свобода
тех кто не готов к ней..

потом ...
решишь изменить своё прошлое 
как битое стекло ..
острое..

захочешь закрыть ту дверь ..
и любовные письма стереть..

но теперь:

думаешь 
это пройгрышь мой —
что не вышло тебе помочь.

и я вижу как боль уже носит твои духи
но тебя не спасти....
не спасти....

Let.

Messy
[the poem]

It doesn’t stay neat—
nothing does

Not the room
not the mind
not the feelings
I have for you

I spill everything out—
ink
blood 
tears—
whatever I hold
too tight

Even the rain
trips over itself
but you call it
beautiful—
you always do

Too Messy

Tall and shiny scraping the sky 
A golden facade built on a lie 
Echoes of deals in hollow halls 
The cracks are showing walls will fall 

Trump Tower crumble down 
No throne no crown 
The truth will out it hears our call 
Watch it crumble watch it fall

Trumps Tower of Lies .mp3

[Intro: Distant, Spoken, Alone]
Night suffocates
Lost beneath collapsing towers
No way out, no voice answers
VIRTUS SOLA INVICTA!

[Verse 1: Isolation, Hopelessness]
Concrete waste, life in fragments
Steps echo in empty halls
Dreams dismantled, faith abandoned
I am wounded, pressed and small

Silent city has no mercy
Every hope turns to rust
Breath is shallow, vision blurry
Feet drag heavy through the dust

[Pre-Chorus 1: Fear]
Fear whispers—nothing left
Hiding from the shadow’s breath
Walls contract, cold and near
Strength forgotten, drowned in fear

VIRTUS SOLA INVICTA!

[Chorus 1: Awakening]
But a spark beneath the ashes glows
In darkness, something bold grows
From trembling hands that fate would claim—
Rage becomes my secret flame

VIRTUS SOLA INVICTA!
From the edge, I rise unknown
VIRTUS SOLA INVICTA!
Broken, burning, never gone

[Verse 2: Gathering Strength]
Every scar a silent promise
Every bruise another vow
I reject the fate that haunts us
Summon strength—refuse to bow

Heartbeat pounding like an engine
Will ignites behind my eyes
Fear gives way to raw ascension
I am thunder in disguise

[Pre-Chorus 2: Transformation]
Grief to power—molten, wild
Pain re-shaped and reconciled
No surrender, not this time
Voice electric, soul defined

VIRTUS SOLA INVICTA!

[Chorus 2: Unleashed Power]
Walls collapse before my stride
Ghosts dissolve as I collide
Light explodes where I declare
I was steel, now fire and air

VIRTUS SOLA INVICTA!
From the ruins I ignite
VIRTUS SOLA INVICTA!
Radiant, relentless fight

[Bridge: Climax, Shouted/Chanted]
I am not the shattered night
I am force, the will, the right
No more hiding, no more chains—
VIRTUS SOLA INVICTA!

[Final Chorus: Overcoming/Prevail]
Every wound, a reason found
Courage roaring, shaking ground
Never silenced, never tame—
I am victory without shame

VIRTUS SOLA INVICTA!
Final dawn, unbreakable
VIRTUS SOLA INVICTA!
Triumphant, untouchable

[Outro: Fading, Fiercely Chanting]
VIRTUS SOLA INVICTA...
Stand alone, unbeaten...
Forever, forever prevail...

INSUPERABILIS!  -VIRTUS SOLA INVICTA!


INSUPERABILIS!  -VIRTUS SOLA INVICTA!

VIRTUS SOLA INVICTA

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Disconnect Me

I wrote this Track for my beloved wife and is a true story from our beginning

Produced by DJ FanjoG
Release Date: 27.07.2025
Lyrics: 

[Verse]
She walked in like a desert breeze
Eyes like stars through acacia trees
Her laughter danced
It set me free

[Prechorus]
The rhythm swayed
The night stood still
Her voice a song
My heart a thrill

[Chorus]
Safari nights
Where the moonlight spins
Met her smile at the Safari Inn
Oh Safari nights
Where it all begins
Danced with love at the Safari Inn

[Verse 2]
Her skin like dusk
Warm and gold
Stories whispered
Secrets told
Her name a melody
Sweet and bold

[Prechorus]
The drums beat low
The air was fire
Her gaze
My only true desire

[Chorus]
Safari nights
Where the moonlight spins
Met her smile at the Safari Inn
Oh Safari nights
Where it all begins
Danced with love at the Safari Inn

Where It All Begins (Afro House Version)

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Une descente en groove dans les coulisses de la French Touch.
Boîtes à rythmes poussiéreuses, synthés analogiques et fantômes du Rex Club.
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A groove-soaked dive into the backrooms of French Touch.
Dusty drum machines, analog synths, and the ghosts of Parisian nights.
💿 For those who danced late, and still listen.
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House of the stars

Stephan B

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