For the People (Act I Finale)

The curtain rises on post-Soviet absurdity. Boris Yeltsin bursts onto the scene with vodka in hand and a grin too wide for the Kremlin. A bombastic introduction through the eyes of “history’s drunks,” this number sets the tone with satire, swagger, and a sly wink at revolution.

A Toast to Chaos

From factory floors to smoky offices, Boris weasels and waltzes his way up the Soviet ranks. A fast-paced, hilarious rap about survival, schmoozing, and the office politics of a crumbling superpower.

Climbing the Party Ladder

🔥 A euphoric groove house anthem where hypnotic 90s piano stabs collide with the timeless pulse of Chinese folk soul.
Soaring Mandarin vocals glide over deep basslines and shimmering pads, while echoes of Mínjiān Yīnyuè rise like incense through the club.

This is China on the dancefloor — ancient, luminous, free.

Let it rise. Let it flow.
只为今夜 — 放我自由。

🎹 Groove House / 90s Piano House / Euphoric Club Energy
🀄 Mandarin vocals + folk melodies (Erhu, Dizi, Guqin samples)
🌃 For Shanghai rooftops, lantern-lit alleys, and late-night raves under the stars

让我飞得更高…
像长江水流淌…
别停下，别回头…

只为今夜 — 放我自由，
在霓虹里 — 跟我起舞。
只为今夜 — 声音在烧，
在中国心跳 — 我已迷失。

Uuuuuuuh — 山河回响…
Aaaaaaaah — 灵魂飞扬…

只为今夜 — 放我自由…
China rising — 心在跳动…

China House

💨 A hypnotic journey through fog, fish, and freedom.

“Faroe House” blends euphoric 90s piano house with ancient Faroese folk spirit — fiddle loops, chain-dance chants, and whispered truths carried on the wind.

Lyrics in Faroese drift like seaweed through pulsing basslines, as a mysterious woman dances between hanging cod and lost hopes.

🐟 This is not just a track. It’s a coastal trance.

🎻 Accordion and fiddle melt into deep grooves.
🗣️ Tradition and club culture merge.
🌫️ And through it all: fog... and freedom.

Tak meg hægri...

Lat tað flóta... lat tað fara...


Set meg frí — bert fyri í kvøld,

Flyt teg við mær — inn í ljósið.

Set meg frí — eg hoyri tónan,

Eg fari burtur — ongin vegur niður.

Sjógvur rørir...

Hvíta toskin verður hongdur í vindin.

Eg dansi millum net og vón...

Eg lusi alt, men finni einki svar.

Uuuuuuuuh — tað rísur…

Aaaaaaaah — hypnotiserar…

Set meg frí — bert fyri í kvøld,

Flyt teg við mær — inn í ljósið.

Fiskur her... fiskur har...

Men eg dansi sum eg eri frí.

“Sjógvur gevur og tekur við sær…”

Set meg frí — bert fyri í kvøld...

Bert í kvøld...

Í kvøld…

í kvøld...

Faroe House

🎧 Unbekannter Künstler – This is Finland 🇫🇮🔥
Sauna steam meets swing groove.
A piano house anthem brewed with coffee, kantele, and Joik.

They say the Finnish heart beats in two rhythms: bubbling coffee… and burning wood.
“This is Finland” captures the soulful heat of the sauna, the silence of snow, and the unexpected dancefloor born in between. With hypnotic Joik chants, dub echoes, accordion stabs, and basslines dripping in löyly, this is more than a track — it’s a ritual.

Merging French House, Jazzy Swing, and Nordic folklore, this is the sound of hiljaisuus that moves, steam that grooves, and silence that sings.

☕ No milk. No small talk. Just rhythm.
🎶 Just soul. Just sweat. Just Finland.

LYRICS:

They say the Finnish heart beats
in two rhythms:
one of bubbling coffee…
and one of burning wood.

Here, we drink our courage black,
boil our worries in oak-scented heat,
and whisper our emotions
into clouds of steam.

No small talk.
No milk.
Just sweat, silence,
and a sacred cup that never cools.

Hiljaisuus puhuu,
kahvi kuumaa ja sydän rauhaa —
lauteilla kaikki tasavertaisia.

Steam so sweet — löyly drop!  
Joik and jazz, we never stop.  
Sip it slow, the fire's on —  
This is Finland — groove till dawn.

Breathe it in — feel that fire,
Bassline climbs, takes you higher.
No more words, no more plan —
Sweat it out, be who I am.

Kantele sings while the snow stands still,
Birch trees watching from the silent hill.
Fiddle sighs in a minor key,
Joik in the mist, calling back to me.

Hei-ah, hei-ah, sauna soi —
Löyly laulaa, sydän voi.
(“Hey-ah, hey-ah, the sauna sings — löyly sings, the heart melts.”)

Fast breakbeats crash like frozen rain,
Accordion pumping in filtered refrain.
Electric guitar in delayed trance,
Viulu trembles — the sauna dance.

Steam in my lungs, sweat in my bones,
Joik whispers echo in coffee tones.
Accordion bends like a melting dream,
The sauna hisses, a dubstep scream.

Coffee mug shaking in my hand,
Memories baked in Finnish land.
No words spoken — no need to try,
We talk in steam and silent sky.

Steam so sweet — löyly drop!  
Joik and jazz, we never stop.  
Sip it slow, the fire's on —  
This is Finland — groove till dawn.

Breathe it in — feel that fire,
Bassline climbs, takes you higher.
No more words, no more plan —
Sweat it out, be who I am.

Kantele echoes
Sauna door creaks open
Coffee pouring
Someone whispers: “Kahvitauko…”
Fade into white noise of snow.

This is Finland

🌀 Genre: Groove House × Piano House × Balkan Soul

💔 A breakup. A bottle. A Balkan groove.

"Rakija for the Heart" is a soulful house anthem for anyone who's ever cried in the kitchen — then turned the music up and danced anyway. Mixing deep piano chords, chopped accordion stabs, and frula melodies that echo like old love letters, this track blends Balkan nostalgia with club-ready energy.

🍷 It’s for sleepless nights and one-sided toasts.
🥄 For half-warm chairs and full glasses.
🎶 For painting over memories — and pressing play again.

Three cures in Serbia:
Sleep. Soup. And rakija.
Guess which one she picked?

🔊 Let the groove heal you.
🎵 Let the frula cry for you.
🔥 Let the Balkan heart beat through every bassline.

Lyrics:

He said goodbye — like it meant nothing
Left behind my soup still bubbling
One spoon, one cup, a half-warm chair
And a scent of him still in the air

Mama said, “It’s not the end”
Then poured me shots and called a friend
She played the frula, just one note
And I danced alone in her old coat

Rakija for the heart — ooh, it burns just right
For sleepless love and long goodnights
For sore throat lies and fresh regrets
And painting walls you both forget 🎶

Rakija for the soul — pour, don't think
Fix a heartbreak in one pink drink
Accordion’s playing, I press restart…
🎵 Frula’s crying — and so’s my heart 🎶

I kissed his photo, cleaned the floor
Hung his shirt behind the door
Took off the ring, then kept the tea
He left — but he didn't take me

“Three cures in Serbia:
Sleep… soup… and rakija.
Guess which one I picked.”

Rakija for the heart — oh, sip it slow
For every “maybe,” every “no”
It stings, it sings, it sets you free
And plays your pain in minor key 🎶

Rakija for the soul — raise your glass
For all the love that couldn’t last
With every frula note I dance apart…
But girl, I still got my Balkan heart 🎶

Rakija for the Heart

🎶 “Channel Changer (Jopará Jam)”
🌀 Groove House × Piano House × Paraguayan Folk Fusion
🎙️ Artist: Unbekannter Künstler
📀 Tempo: 124 BPM • Mood: Bouncy • Funky • Hyper-Bilingual

You’re dancing. But your language is switching.
This is Channel Changer (Jopará Jam) — a deep groove from Asunción's dancefloor jungle, where Spanish meets Guaraní, piano stabs slap like sopa caliente, and the Paraguayan harp grooves like it’s got a gig in Ibiza.

🔊 What’s inside:
– Driving 4/4 groove with cheeky piano syncopation
– Basslines that bump with folkloric flair
– Chopped vocal cuts: “Mba’éichapa… Qué tal…”
– Live folk breaks: harp runs, guitar strums, bottle-box beats
– Filtered builds where tradition floats in stereo dreams
– Sidechained everything — because rhythm is bilingual, too

✨ Lyrically playful. Sonically twisted. Proudly untranslatable.
This is what happens when you speak two languages — and dance in both.

🎧 “Pan o mbeyú?” — Why not both.

Lyrics:

qué tal… mba’éichapa… qué tal… mba’éichapa…

Yo te hablo en Guaraní, vos me contestás en slang
Mix it up, twist it twice — like tereré with champagne
Language roulette at the market stand
“Pan o mbeyú?” — I raise both hands.

This ain’t museum music — it moves, it shimmies.

Mba’éichapa… qué calor…
Talk like your grandma, dance like a whore
Sopa para la gente, Wi-Fi pa’ mí
Paraguay mix — unholy, holy, free

In Asunción we speak in stereo
Tongue twist, groove like a barrio show
Code-switch queen, I bring the jam
Say “Che rohayhu” with a hip-hop slam

Filtered, phased, then dropped back to beat
Like tradition just learned to twerk.

Mix my soup with slang
My tongue with rhythm
My body with contradictions
Call it: Jopará Seduction.

qué tal… mba’éichapa… qué tal… mba’éichapa…

Channel Changer (Jopará Jam)

Mondaze - Single

Mondaze

Этот трек — сплав древнего славянского духа и современной электроники. Шаманские ритмы, живые фольклорные мотивы и голос, зовущий из глубины веков.
Французская поэзия переплетается с русским фольклором, создавая мост между культурами и мирами.

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Invisible subtle, but alive rhythm is like breathing, light is like sound

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