When everything falls apart and the sky turns dark again - don't stop. Sway the storm.

This song is a tribute to inner, quiet strength. A vibrant blend of modern merengue and subtle reggae grooves, it creates space for movement, for laughter through tears, for living - despite it all.

A warm, female voice leads through the emotional turmoil with grace and rhythm.

This is not a protest anthem. It’s a manifesto of resilience in rhythm.

For anyone who's been to the bottom, but never stopped dancing.

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Sway The Storm

Inspired by the sculpture “Train to Heaven” in Wroclaw,
but this one doesn't go up.

This one moves.
With purpose, with pulse, with rhythm. no stop signals.
Pure steel in motion.

It's not leaving Earth. It's claiming it.

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Departure: Sky (Instr.)

You get on the train. The train starts moving. Faster and faster...

Time blurs, faces melt away, conversations vanish in the noise. No one tells you where you're going and suddenly, the train stops at a small, strange station.

"Sunset Express" is a journey through life. From the beginning, through unstoppable acceleration to an unexpected stop.

And at the end? A waiting room. And a voice calling one name.

P.S.
When you're called, remember to walk toward the light.

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Sunset Express

Speed has colors. Sometimes it’s the violet flicker of a thought. Sometimes the silver shimmer of something that just passed.

Everything is in motion. The universe. The sound. You. Not because you're chasing anything, but because it’s impossible to stay still.

This is a story about what it feels like to find yourself caught inside momentum.

Before you understand.
Before you focus.

You’re already too far gone to turn back...

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Colours Of Speed (Instr.)

It is a night. One that happened many times and vanished into the depths of time.

A shining ball, a dancefloor, bar lights, people lost in dance, and a voice that sings nothing specific, because it doesn’t have to.

You don’t need to remember those times to understand this symphony. Just rise from your chair, turn up the volume and dance.

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Dancefloor Symphony (Op. 70)

Do silver hairs mean no more kisses? Does age cancel desire?
Ask Anacreon – ancient Greek poet, a symbol of hedonism. And pour another glass.

His verses echo across time – now wrapped in synths, a beat, and whispered heat. But somewhere along the way, Lupus Vox added one verse. Maybe two...

A woman’s voice, not longing for lost youth. She wants tonight. A fevered night, full of lips and laughter. Of golden-haired girls who still know how to play with fire.

Raise a glass to what still burns. To pleasure. To memory.
To one more wine...

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One More Wine

Many times, you’ve entered the garden. Some of you paused by the rose. Some just passed through. But each play left a trace – and to me, something more than numbers in the stats.

Wild Rose Mix was made for all of you – a small way to say "thank you" for being here, for listening, for every “like” that felt like a touch. Same song. New light.

So simply, thank you.
And may the roses keep blooming.

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Now part of the EP "My Garden Enclosed" https://soundcloud.com/lupus-vox-741800071/sets/my-garden-enclosed — with bonus tracks, also on Spotify, iTunes & more.

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My Garden Enclosed (Wild Rose Mix)

An airport is a living organism: some planes taxi to terminals, others head toward the runways, while more wait patiently in the air to land. Above it all she reigns - control tower. Heart and brain of the entire system, almighty queen watching everything and everyone through the sharp eyes of controllers and the signals of radars. 

"ATC” is a story about the place where the precision of machines meets human experience. Listen to a story full of energy, with moments of tension, about a unique place. Seemingly a little chaotic, but perfectly organized.

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"On The Move A.D. 2025" brings back a track that, ten years ago was one of my favorite creations. Back then I was proud of it; now I hear it as a completely different piece. And that’s why I decided to re-record it. 

The motif remains, but everything else is different: tempo, structure, atmosphere, myself and my experiences. The same idea, the same track, transformed by time. And by me...

P.S. Grace, you are incredible. Thank you.

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On The Move A.D. 2025

The first version was created almost under laboratory conditions: precision, control, work on atmosphere, a subtle dosing of emotions. The Beloved was delicate, dressed in flowing robes, with a gentle blush on her face. This version shows her in a completely different light: evening make-up, a mini dress and high heels on graceful legs, confident and ready to step onto the stage.

Both images – laboratory and stage - do not exclude each other. Instead, they lead straight to my pure musical DNA. It is this factor that makes the sound of this version, though so different from what you heard before, still unmistakably mine. I only hope you understand why I had to take off the mask of a gentle little creature and instead drag you by force into my lair.

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Now part of the EP "My Garden Enclosed" https://soundcloud.com/lupus-vox-741800071/sets/my-garden-enclosed — with bonus tracks, also on Spotify, iTunes & more.

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My Garden Enclosed (Blue Moon Rose Mix)

Lupus Vox /ˈluː.pʊs vɔks/ — Synth-powered creature. Born in the '70s, analog heart beating in human skin. 

Habitat: neon-lit soundscapes, the space between reflection and dance.

Behavior: oscillates between melancholy and celebration, irony and sincerity. Often found howling at the absurdity of existence, occasionally whispering truths. A living entity, navigating the digital world with a wink and a smirk.

Warning: May dance, may brood, sometimes likes to swear or damage some manuscripts.

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