A powerful futuristic afro-fusion to dancehall banger with baritones infused with samba energy, designed to animate the speakers and electrify the floor. Heavy 808 kicks punch through the low end, hitting the stomach and making the heart race. Congolese seben solo guitar riffs dance on top of deep, wobbling basslines, adding melodic fire. Syncopated percussion locks in the groove, layered with fast-paced drums, crisp claps, and energetic synth stabs. Sharp brass accents lift every transition with explosive flair. A fierce, commanding female lead vocal cuts clean through the mix, intensifying the heat and setting the dancefloor ablaze.

Philosophy
“Yellow Hat (Falla on da Dancefloor)” is a celebration of liberation through rhythm, a joyful rebellion wrapped in sound. At its core, the song is about showing up fully—alive, unapologetic, and loud—in a world that often tries to shrink us. The yellow hat itself becomes a metaphor: it’s not just an accessory but a radiant symbol of visibility, optimism, and individuality. It signals that the wearer has chosen to dance instead of despair, to shine instead of shrink.

The dancefloor, in this context, is more than a place—it’s a sanctuary. It’s where speech gives way to motion, where people reconnect with their bodies, and where emotion translates directly into movement. The repeated instruction to “Falla on da dancefloor” is both literal and spiritual; it’s an invitation to release control, to stop intellectualizing everything, and simply surrender to the beat. In a world where over-talking and performative confidence are often currency, the song strips all that away, asking the listener to talk with their body instead, to communicate through basslines and sweat.
Even the term “postcode,” used to reference the body, is intentional and philosophical. It suggests that the body is its own geography, its own space worth mapping and celebrating. To “dutty wine my postcode” is to revel in one’s physical identity, to declare with movement that “I exist, I take up space, I belong here.”

Every percussive hit, every kick and boom, mimics the pulse of a body in ecstasy—not just the ecstasy of dancing, but the ecstasy of survival, of resilience, of feeling joy despite the weight of the world. The staccato rhythm and Congolese seben guitar evoke not just musical tradition but ancestral memory, threading together the sacred and the everyday.

In the end, the philosophy of “Yellow Hat” is simple but profound: we dance not because we have nothing to say, but because some truths can only be spoken with the body. It is a manifesto for those who choose to recalibrate through rhythm, who reclaim joy as their resistance, and who wear their yellow hat like a crown in motion.


Falla on da Dancefloor (Afro-Fusion/Dancehall)

When the Violets from Vienna reached the Austrian football cup final on the 10th of July 1921…
their first goalkeeper could not play.
He had already booked his holiday.
In his defence — he wasn’t known for confidence.

Crowd was buzzin’,
city high.
Talk of glory,
talk of sky.

Kits were clean,
boots were tight.
But one man dipped
before the night.

Cup final?
Sorry, babe — I’m away.
Suitcase wins,
no game today.
He’s gone —
gone for rays.
They needed saves,
he needed waves.

Oh no no no no 
He can't play
He is on holiday
Oh no no no no 
He can't play
He is on holiday

Team walked out,
crowd on fire.
He was gone
— beach attire.

No warm-up,
no gloves in hand.
Just a drink,
and foreign sand.

Cup final?
Booked for sunshine.
No backline,
just coastline.
Call it bold,
call it late —
but he left
before the gate.

Oh no no no no 
He can't play
He is on holiday
Oh no no no no 
He can't play
He is on holiday

No mud.
No net.
No rain.
No sweat.

Cup final, cup final —
he's not there.
He chose air.
Cup final, cup final —
no dive, no care.
He packed his towel
on cup day.

He packed his towel…
on cup day…
They still won…
but he slipped away.

Cup Final? Walter Joachim Was on Holiday

Step into a world where rhythm caresses your skin and every beat feels like a lover’s whisper. Velvet Vibes is the ultimate sensual Afrobeats journey — curated by DJ RaggaRae for those who move from the soul and feel from the waist. ✨🔥

Expect a seamless blend of expressive vocals, hypnotic percussion, and slow-wine energy — perfect for late-night drives, intimate link-ups, or solo bedroom dance sessions. 🖤🌙

Let the music pull you closer. This is more than a mixtape — it’s a seduction in sound.

🎵 Disclaimer: This mixtape is for promotional and entertainment purposes only. I do not claim ownership of the individual tracks used. All rights remain with the original artists and copyright holders.



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VELVET VIBES - The Afrobeats Seduction - Slow Wine Mix - Dj RaggaRae

Mmmmh...
Yeah...
One hand on the wave —
One hand in the dark...
Let it drop…

Salt lips, stung by wind and rhyme,
You called me bright — then left on time.
Truth got spun in a sideways roll,
Now I dance with a ghost in a dubby soul.

Heartbeat synced with a bassline lie,
No land ahead, no reasons why.
Spinning thoughts like vinyl worn —
You left mid-track, and I was torn.

Barefoot beats on a creaking deck,
Your promises loop but never check.
Words I caught — they now decay,
In riddim loops that drift away.

🎶 Echoes don’t text back…
But your voice still rides this track.
“You’re my rhythm, my gold, my flame” —
Now I laugh at that glitchy claim.
You said forever — cool and slick,
Then vanished like a DJ trick.
Truth got dubbed in echo’s haze...
🎶 You danced out of your own phrase.


"Was interessiert mich mein Geschwätz von gestern?"
Wie’n Kick.
Wie’n Witz.
Mitten im Drop, mitten im Nichts.
Ich hör dich noch –
doch jetzt…
tanz ich allein.

You used to hang on every sound,
Now I’m background in your silent ground.
Scroll past love like it’s just a trend,
But basslines never truly end.

Myth you made from rhythm flow,
Now I remix what you let go.
No fade-out kiss, no final beat —
You left mid-mix, incomplete.

You kissed like chrome on lazy days,
Then ghosted through your data haze.
A ping, a pause, a silent sting...
I loop alone, but still I swing.

🎶 Echoes don’t text back…
But I groove through every crack.
“I’m your miracle, can’t lose me” —
Now I glide... beautifully.
You said forever, said “don’t fall” —
But faded like a ringtone call.
Your gospel loud, your exit thin...
🎶 And all I got? A German grin.

Night loops soft through smoky keys,
Your praise now floats in minor seas.
You lit me bright — then dimmed my flame,
Now I just dance and drop your name.

🎶 “So quiet… when love hits… the end…” 🎶

Gestern?

Boom in the chest...
Taste on the lip...
You call it love?
We call it whip.

That’s how we love —
Like sirens on a bed of glass,
Fast and filthy, built to crash.
Tongues on fire, rules undone —
We call it love,
but baby, run.

I don’t do slow, I don’t do safe,
We kiss like crimes and misbehave.
You brought a rose? I brought the flame —
Let’s watch the night forget your name.

Velvet? Nah. It’s latex heat.
My heart’s on snare, my soul on beat.
You want a hug? I brought the spark —
Now dance, or vanish in the dark.

Hold the bass…
Now let it drop.
Pull the pain…
Then make it pop.

That’s how we love —
With bites and bass, no time to think,
A slap, a spin, a spill of drink.
We taste the sweat, we ride the doom —
Call it love —
then torch the room.

Ink in veins, beat in bone,
We dance like gods who lost their throne.
No safety word, no second chance —
We bloom in chaos, not romance.

I bruise like basslines, cut like chords,
My love’s a riot, not a sword.
You want control? I want release —
Let’s break this floor
and call it peace.

Don’t fear the drop —
that’s where I live.
Don’t want the heat?
I’ve none to give.

That’s how we love —
Like thunder trapped in broken glass,
Too much, too fast, no time to ask.
We kiss the fuse, then light the gloom —
Call it love —
and clear the room.

That's How We Love (Dance Version)

I entered the room they said was mine,
but the windows sighed in someone else’s spine.
The wallpaper blinked in Morse-code gray,
and the mirror had already looked away.

A kettle boiled for no one at all,
and the chair had arms, but not to hold.
I sat — the gesture filed and stamped —
but nothing claimed me. Not even the lamp.

Where’s the rhythm they assigned?
Was there a form I failed to sign?
I step in time, but time resists —
each beat a room on a waiting list.

This isn’t dance — it’s compliance in sound,
A loop that loops because it’s bound.
My feet obey what I can’t feel,
A groove too soft to be real.

Renting motion, renting breath,
A sequence dressed in someone’s death.
If I move, I might belong —
But only till the song is gone.

The switch flipped back before I tried,
The room had rules it never supplied.
My shoes left prints that didn’t track,
Each step returned — but never back.

The fridge hummed laws I couldn’t cite,
While the ceiling flickered “You’ve no right.”
I swallowed rhythm, note by note,
As if consent was in the coat.

Where’s the breath that tastes like mine?
Which pulse forgives this borrowed spine?
I sleep to pass the audit test —
The beat will judge, the rest’s a guess.

This isn’t dance — it’s filing noise,
A motion dressed in public poise.
The track won’t free, it only checks,
If your movements earn their specs.

A shadow home, a hallway dream,
Where no one asks and nothing gleams.
I signed for keys that never came —
And danced so no one says my name.

Every wall I pass through glows,
But none of them have kept me close.
Still I dance — a borrowed flame,
The beat don’t lie… but won’t explain.

Not my file.
Not my floor.
Not my pulse.
Not my war.

Just this dance —
approved and brief.
I move beneath…
official grief.

No Dance

Monday vibes, sky dripping low,
June steps in with a liquid flow.
Barefoot hips on the wooden line,
I sip that steam and feel just fine.

No plan, no pace, just rhythm play,
Chair clicks soft while the beats delay.
Window wide, I catch the tone,
And the drops? Oh — they groove alone.

Close my eyes, feel the pulse ignite,
Let the rain hit soft, then bite.
Cool breeze slides, breath goes deep,
This groove ain’t made for sleep.

🌧️ Dab… dab… dab… dabdabdabdabdab…
Rain hits right with a downtown stab.
Floor gets wet — but I still glide,
Drop that beat, I ride the tide.

🪟 Move it slow… then faster, now!
Rain got rhythm — show me how.
Dabdabdab… feel the floor,
I need that bass, I need some more.

Streetlamp flickers in the blur outside,
While I two-step with the storm in stride.
Each splash kicks like a snare too slick,
I bend, I twist — it’s automatic.

Steam on skin, I catch that glow,
Monday’s low gets a disco flow.
No one calls, no one speaks —
Just rain and funk in velvet leaks.

💃 (Minimal vocals — just: "Dabdabdab… oh, move that...")
🎛️ (Filtered synths, rain fx, deep pads, echo stabs)

🌧️ Dab… dab… dab… dabdabdabdabdab…
Bassline smooth like a midnight cab.
Wind might howl, but I’m on beat,
Window wide, and I feel that heat.

🪟 Barefoot bounce… no shoes, no shame,
Just me and the rain in a shadow game.
Dabdabdab… I’m soaking in —
Let the night begin again.

Dab… dab… dab…
(Murmured echo: “Dance with the rain… feel it again…”)
Dabdabdab…
(Snap, sway, fade…)

Dab Dab Dab

Steam on the glass, pasta gone cold,
Rush-hour hearts and deadlines unfold.
But when the silence slides in smooth,
You walk back in — like a midnight groove.

Eyes shut tight, but the flash runs deep,
Laugh on repeat, no time for sleep.
We bent with joy, broke into flame,
Now you're back — whispering my name.

Lali lalala… can’t forget me… hahaha.
Still in your rhythm, still in your skin,
I’m the pulse you feel within.
Lali lalala… still not free… nah nah nah.
You spin in clubs, I slip right in —
Like perfume, thought, or original sin.

Neon drinks, new faces, play —
You danced the noise, you moved the day.
But I’m the glitch in your perfect scene,
The backbeat ghost on the silver screen.

Chop your food, pour your wine,
I'm that voice between the lines.
The laugh that kicks behind your smile,
You knew I'd come — I’ve got that style.

Lali lalala… can’t forget me… hahaha.
Still in your rhythm, still in your fire,
I’m the loop that won't expire.
Lali lalala… still not free… nah nah nah.
You dance to forget, but darling — hey,
I’m the beat that makes you stay.

You moved on? Nah — that’s cute.
I'm in the bass drop, in your route.
You hit rewind, I glide right through,
Just a groove... stuck to you.
"Enjoy…" (echo echo)
"Just a movie?" — Nah. I'm the view.

Lali lalala… can’t forget me… hahaha.
Laugh lines fade, but I still bite,
Groove with me — just one more night.
Lali lalala… still not free… nah nah nah.
Not a ghost — just a bassline mind,
And baby, I’m the dancing kind.

Can't Forget Me (Dance)

She slides in slow, like velvet smoke,
No name to call, no words she spoke.
Eyes in gold, a secret shine,
You feel her beat before it’s time.

She moves like rhythm wrapped in skin,
A hush, a glance — you’re locked within.
She spins the night, then disappears,
You’re dancing now, but chasing years…

You catch her shadow in the bass,
One glimpse, then gone — no final trace.
A whisper in your neon haze,
She pulls you deep, then walks away.

🎵 Mrs. Mystery — fire in disguise,
Dancing through dreams with midnight eyes.
Moves like fever, flows like wine,
Here one second, then out of time.
🎵 Mrs. Mystery — can’t catch her glow,
Slips through fingers, smooth and slow.
You feel the heat, you feel the vibe —
But never know what’s locked inside.

She sways like bass in candlelight,
Your logic fades, your grip gets tight.
Each breath she takes — a brand-new song,
You try to hold, but she’s already gone.

Perfume wrapped in velvet rain,
You smile — then feel that ache again.
You tell the tale, you hum her sound,
But she’s not one to stick around.

She’s in the drop, she’s in the groove,
A rhythm you can’t ever prove.
One look, one night — no guarantee,
She’s what the dance was meant to be…

🎵 Mrs. Mystery — fire in disguise,
Dancing through dreams with midnight eyes.
Moves like fever, flows like wine,
Here one second, then out of time.
🎵 Mrs. Mystery — can’t catch her glow,
Slips through fingers, smooth and slow.
You feel the heat, you feel the vibe —
But never know what’s locked inside.

(Looped whisper with delay & filter)
Mrs. Mystery... flows like wine...
She’s not yours… she’s not mine…

Mrs. Mystery

Click and drag through a pixel dream,
White cliffs glow in a bluish beam.
Shadows move, but I stand still —
Just me and that glowing windowsill.

Cobblestone lanes I’ll never feel,
Shopfronts framed in a silent reel.
My soul walks maps I’ll never tread,
A ghost in views that loop my head.

I zoom, I tilt, I pan too slow,
Through alleyways I’ll never know.
Every pub sign, soft and dim —
Feels like a prayer I’ll never sing...

🎵 Never been to Dover — my life is kinda over?
Waves crash in my dreams, while I'm just a viewer, sober.
Scrollin' through the longing — heart stuck in a rover,
This deep groove ain't a trip — but I still let it hover.

🎵 Never touched the harbor light,
But it glows in me each night.
Dover in my mind, on loop,
Dancing slow to dreams I scoop.

I chase seagulls through the screen,
Overlayed on skies too clean.
Postcards stacked in folder tabs,
A traveler with no taxi cabs.

Soft fog wraps my windowpane,
Still, I cruise the phantom lane.
Your seaside town, my inner beat —
A voyage played on pixel heat.

Can’t smell the salt, but I feel the blue,
A rhythm in me that won’t come true.
Every frame, a lullaby,
A digital kiss I can’t untie…

🎵 Never been to Dover — my life is kinda over?
Waves crash in my dreams, while I'm just a viewer, sober.
Scrollin' through the longing — heart stuck in a rover,
This deep groove ain't a trip — but I still let it hover.

🎵 Never touched the harbor light,
But it glows in me each night.
Dover in my mind, on loop,
Dancing slow to dreams I scoop.

White cliffs fade in a chrome-tinted sky…
And I?
Still scrollin’...
Still dreamin’...
Still groovin’…

Never Been to Dover

Lambada Fiesta Caliente Viento y Fuego

A conversation between cultures, synthesisers and percussion.
Deep Aztec, Ralf Mag and The Gosha come together on this track to explore a shared language: groove.

Hanana is more than electronic music; it’s an ancestral pulse filtered through modern machines. It’s movement, trance, and rhythmic memory.
The track was born from a desire to honour the roots while stepping boldly into the future. Every element  from the deep basslines to the subtle vocal textures has been crafted to evoke motion, reflection and connection.

Afro House / The Gosha, Ralf Mag, Deep Aztec - Hanana (Radio Edit)

🌍 Congo ce soir – Unbekannter Künstler

A euphoric groove house anthem where 90s piano stabs meet the soulful shimmer of Congolese soukous guitars.
This is where the club meets Kinshasa, and French vocals light up the night like neon in the tropics.

With hypnotic rhythms, a driving bassline, and anthemic hooks,
"Congo ce soir" is made for late-night rooftop sets, riverside parties, and dancefloors that don’t sleep.

Let it rise. Let it burn.
Libère-moi — juste pour ce soir…

🎹 Groove House x 90s Piano House x Soukous
💃 French vocals, dreamy pads, and tropical guitar licks
🔥 For Kinshasa sunsets, Parisian nights, and worldwide grooves

Monte avec moi…
Laisse couler… laisse partir…

Libère-moi — juste pour ce soir,
Danse avec moi — jusqu'à l’espoir.
Libère-moi — Congo m’appelle,
J’oublie le monde — au rythme sensuel.

Uuuuuuuuuh — ça monte en moi…
Aaaaaaaaah — la fièvre, la voix…

Les lumières dansent sur ma peau,
Congo chante, le beat est chaud.
Tes yeux brillent — je perds le nord,
Juste ce moment — rien d’encore.

Libère-moi — juste pour ce soir…
Congo ce soir… je veux y croire.

Congo House

✨ Saudade House – Unbekannter Künstler
A euphoric journey through memory, rhythm, and emotion.

This Groove / Piano House anthem fuses hypnotic beats, dreamy synths, and a soaring female vocal that aches with saudade — that deep, untranslatable longing only the night can hold.

💫 Let it carry you through shimmering lights and echoes of love lost and found.
🌃 Dance, remember, release… just for tonight.

🎹 Style: Groove House / 90s Piano House / Classic Vocal House
💃 Vibe: Euphoric, sensual, nostalgic
🌍 Language: Portuguese & universal feeling

🕺 “Saudade solta — só por esta noite…”

Leva-me alto…
Deixa a saudade… me libertar…
Sente o arrepio…

Saudade solta — só por esta noite,
Vem dançar — dentro do brilho,
Saudade solta — pulsa no meu peito,
Me guia — sem ter jeito.

Uuuuuuuh — eco de lembrança…
Aaaaaaaah — êxtase e esperança…

No compasso do peito,
A saudade é feitiço,
Me envolve, me leva,
Num êxtase sem aviso.

Saudade solta — só por esta noite,
Vem dançar — dentro do brilho,
Saudade e som — me fazem flutuar,
No êxtase — sem voltar.

Saudade House

[Intro – Chants & Chorus – Group vocals]
🎵
Akwaaba! (Yeah!)
Welcome home! (Oh oh oh!)
Feel the sun, feel the soul
We’re in Ghana, let the good times roll!
✨ Good times, good vibes — all day, all night
From the Gold Coast sands to the Ashanti pride
Come alive, feel the high — no need to hide
We’re dancing through life in that Ghana light! ✨

⸻

[Verse 1 – Laid-back flow, melodic tone]
Woke up in Accra, sky lookin’ gold
Palm trees wave like the stories they told
From Elmina stones to the markets that shine
Every step is a beat, every smile’s a sign
Of history deep, and a future that’s bright
Independence arch lit up at night
Jollof on my plate, spice game tight
Shito got me sweatin’, but it feels so right!

⸻

[Pre-Chorus – Sung, catchy]
Hop on a trotro, ride through the scene
Osu lights glow like a living dream
From Kumasi kings to Volta streams
You ain’t seen beauty till you’ve seen this green!

⸻

[Chorus – Big, joyful hook]
🎵
✨ Good times, good vibes — Ghana’s got the soul
Where the drums speak truth and the stories roll
Kente flyin’, kelewele fryin’
Under that sky where the sun keeps smilin’
Good times, good vibes — let your spirit roam
In the land where the rhythm feels like home
Come alive, feel the high — take that flight
We’re dancing through life in that Ghana light ✨

⸻

[Verse 2 – More rhythmic, playful]
Kakum canopy, walkin’ on air
Elephants in Mole? Yeah, we right there
Fufu in my bowl, soup with care
Waakye on the side — now that’s unfair!
Mount Afadja with the sky so wide
Busua beach, got that ocean tide
Ashanti gold, that royal pride
And the Year of Return brought the world inside!

⸻

[Bridge – Smooth, melodic shift]
From Ewe songs to Ga dance lines
The festivals blaze in a thousand signs
Homowo laughs, Hogbetsotso drums
Chale Wote paints where the art comes from
And if you feel lost, Ghana’s the map
Every hug, every handshake — that’s a wrap
It’s not just a trip, it’s the soul you tap
You’ll find your roots where the heartbeat claps

⸻

[Final Chorus – Call-and-response style]
🎵
✨ Good times, good vibes — say “Akwaaba!” loud (Akwaaba!)
In Ghana, we dance like we’re floatin’ on clouds
Tilapia grillin’, beats still killin’
From north to south, this joy keeps spillin’
Good times, good vibes — this love’s worldwide
Pan-African pride, you feel it inside
Raise your hands, feel the land, feel the might
We’re living our best in that Ghana light! ✨

⸻

[Outro – Fading chant & adlibs]
Akye saaa… (We celebrate!)
Ye be di, ye be ko (We’ll eat, we’ll go!)
Let the rhythm rise, let the memories flow
From Ghana with love — now you know! ❤️🎶

Good Times, Good Vibes (Ghana)

Slow it down, feel the rhythm.
"Lento Lento" is a sensual Latin pop groove that blends English and Spanish lyrics with a hypnotic reggaeton beat.
Close your eyes and dance like no one's watching. 🌙💃🔥

Lyrics:

🕯 Strophe 1
You walk in, all eyes on you
Soft smile, like the ocean blue
No rush, we’re just getting started
Heartbeats slow, but we’re already parted

🌙 Pre-Chorus
Touch by touch, I feel the flame
No one here, just your name
Whispers in the air so sweet
Two souls, one steady beat

🔥 Chorus (Hook)
Lento, lento
Feel the rhythm, move your body close to mine
Lento, lento
Baila conmigo, take your time
Tu mirada me enciende
Let’s dance into the night
Lento, lento
Baby, everything’s alright

💃 Strophe 2
One step, then two, we lose control
You move like fire, deep in my soul
No need for words, your eyes explain
The way you pull me through the flame

🌙 Pre-Chorus
Skin to skin, no space between
Like a scene from a movie screen
Breathing in the moment whole
You and I, we lose control

🔥 Chorus (Hook)
Lento, lento
Feel the rhythm, move your body close to mine
Lento, lento
Baila conmigo, take your time
Tus labios me provocan
Let’s dance into the night
Lento, lento
Baby, everything’s alright

🌌 Bridge
Let it flow, don’t rush the night
Siente el ritmo, hold me tight
In your arms I lose the fear
Lento, lento – stay right here

🔥 Final Chorus 
Lento, lento
You and I, we’re burning bright tonight
Lento, lento
Paso a paso, feel the light
Cada toque me enciende
Let’s dance into the night
Lento, lento
Baby, everything’s... alright

Lento Lento

🔥 Sabrosura just dropped!
Let the rhythm move you 🌶️💃
🎧 Check it out — link in bio!

Sabrosura

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I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

Bringing the rhthyms of Afrobeats, Amapiano, Dancehall, Reggae, and Urban to life.

🔊 Genres: Afrobeats, Amapiano, Dancehall, Reggae, Urban

🎹 Mixtapes: Dive into RaggaRae's dynamic mixes for an unforgettable sonic journey.

🌟 Producing: Venturing into music production to push creative boundaries.

Let the rhythm take control with DJ RaggaRae! 🎶

Pulse Wave Music Group:
Sunset Gathering + Pulse Wave
Send Your Demos to (Soundcloud Private Link): 
info@sunsetgathering.com

We like Tech House, Deep Tech, Afro House, Melodic Techno, Organic House, Downtempo, Progressive House & Indie Dance.

Founded in 2020 by Aaron Sevilla

🎧 Welcome to the official channel of AchSteffen!
Here, you'll enter a unique sound universe, crafted with the creative support of artificial intelligence. All the songs on this channel are entirely AI-generated – lyrics are created with the help of ChatGPT, and the music is produced using the innovative music AI, Suno.

🎶 Versatile. Personal. Real.
From electro-pop and indie to retro vibes and emotional ballads – AchSteffen experiments with a wide range of genres and styles, reflecting the artist's life, thoughts, and emotions in a special way.

Subscribe to the channel and dive into a new kind of music – where man meets machine.

New tracks tagged #FeelTheRhythm