GHOST OF PRI (Prod. Trap Monk)

Loučeňáci... do toho...
Where time spins slow and gardens know...
Step into the labyrinth...

In twelve-two-three, a spark was born,
Lúčen's court on a dewy morn.
No roaring roads, no busy trains,
Just whispering trees and grassy lanes.
From fence to fence, that peaceful space,
A gentle rhythm, a slower pace.
The dogs they bark their nightly song,
That monotone we’ve known so long.

🎵 Loučeňáci, do toho!
Dance with hearts and let it flow.
Labyrinth dreams in the midnight glow,
FK Loučeň, let it show!
Loučeňáci, do toho!
Spin with stars, let your roots grow.
Patřín hears us down below,
Southern soul with northern glow. 🎵

Patřín stands just down the line,
No chateau park, no hotel shine.
But quiet pride in fields so wide,
With earth beneath and time as guide.
No glamour here, no castle stone,
Just families, dogs, and garden tone.
He’s the brother, maybe shy,
But his heart beats strong under the sky.

🎵 Loučeňáci, do toho!
Dance with hearts and let it flow.
Labyrinth dreams in the midnight glow,
FK Loučeň, let it show!
Loučeňáci, do toho!
Spin with stars, let your roots grow.
Patřín hears us down below,
Southern soul with northern glow. 🎵

Here where football first took flight,
Eighteen-ninety-three still burning bright.
Red and blue, old boots, proud cheers,
The pitch remembers all those years.
And in the maze of green and stone,
You find the truth: you're not alone.
Each step, a story carved in air,
Each garden gate, a soul laid bare.

🎵 Loučeňáci, do toho!
Dance with hearts and let it flow.
Labyrinth dreams in the midnight glow,
FK Loučeň, let it show!
Loučeňáci, do toho!
Spin with stars, let your roots grow.
Patřín hears us down below,
Southern soul with northern glow. 🎵

Loučeňáci... do toho...
No rush, no race—just soul and space...
(Do toho... do toho...)

Loučeňáci, Do Toho!

April rain came pouring down,
Good Friday hush all through the town.
Passau’s streets, not a soul in view,
Grey on grey, not much to do.
But then I turned, and there she stood—
A little light, a mood, a mood!
Warmth and gold behind the glass,
Heaven served with wine and class.

From drizzle to dazzle, it flipped so fast,
From hunger blues to a full-on blast.
No map, no plan, just fate and flair—
Found a miracle hiding there!

Let’s get in! Let’s get in!
To Wilma Wunder’s world within.
Ludwigstraße, feel the beat—
Forks are dancing, hands and feet.
Passau’s gem, a taste parade—
Wunder made, and freshly played!

Candles flicker, jazz in bloom,
Laughter swirling through the room.
Every dish, a secret kiss,
A flavor bomb you shouldn’t miss.
Pan-fried dreams and whipped-up cheer,
Suddenly, spring was already here!
They call it “Wunder”—it’s no lie,
This is where grey goes to die.

Crème brûlée and soul connection,
Sweet escape, no need direction.
Just one step, and joy begins—
Out of the rain and into grins.

Let’s get in! Let’s get in!
To Wilma Wunder’s world within.
Ludwigstraße, feel the beat—
Forks are dancing, hands and feet.
Passau’s gem, a taste parade—
Wunder made, and freshly played!

So if you're lost, or if you roam,
Wilma's got that cozy home.
A little rain, a little spin—
Next thing you know… you're all the way in.

Passau’s Wilma Wunder Land

Sidewalk warm with Friday light,
A girl in sneakers, laces tight,
Small bag tucked against her side,
A secret road she cannot hide.

Bends down, pulls the knot again,
Fixing things that won't stay plain,
Bus wheels sigh across the street,
Dreams too big for tiny seats.

Fly, fly, little dreamer, fly!
Bus will take you past the sky!
High, high, don’t you cry,
One more try, one more try!

Empty bench, a half-packed life,
No license yet, no husband, wife,
Just a wish stitched in her coat,
Just a ticket, just a note.

She taps her feet, she counts the clouds,
The city roars, she stays unbowed,
Will the world be soft today?
Or chase her last good chance away?

Fly, fly, little dreamer, fly!
Bus will take you past the sky!
High, high, don’t you cry,
One more try, one more try!

Threadbare plans in a brand new dawn,
Hurry now, before it’s gone,
Tie your shoes, lift your chin,
Every road begins within.

Fly, fly, little dreamer, fly!
Bus will take you past the sky!
High, high, don’t you cry,
One more try, one more try!

Fly Little Dreamer

VIBE HIGH

⚡ "Freedom also sounds - and it sounds loud."

“VIBEHIGH” marks a new beginning for Damtaro — a sound that blends emotion, energy, and rebirth.

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VIBEHIGH

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I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
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DJ / PRODUCER from Ecuador 🇪🇨
⚡ Future Bass | Trap | DnB

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Damtaro is a producer who has music in his blood. Since the age of 16, he has explored sounds that express what words cannot. With the unconditional support of his family, he learned that every mistake can be transformed into rhythm, and every fall into melody.

"Freedom also sounds - and it sounds loud."

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