Some words never grow old and "carpe diem" is one of them. So often repeated, but do we still remember what it truly means?

Horace once said: seize the day, savor the moment.

Lupus Vox adds in the chorus: dance before the lights go out.

This song is a meeting of two worlds: classical Latin poetry and the timeless pulse of synthesizers. A voice from centuries past weaves into a modern rhythm, and the sound inspired by the golden age of Italo disco becomes a chariot for an immortal thought.

This is not just a song, but a deep and respectful bow: to ancient literature, to melodies that brought joy to a generation  in the 80s, and to eras that never truly left us.

Carpe Diem

“My Garden Enclosed” is a piece that pays homage to the Song of Songs - one of the most sensual and enigmatic texts of the Bible.

Lupus Vox blends fragments of the original poem with a contemporary, personal lyric. The result is an intimate, sensual story of longing, desire, and the memory of touch.

This track is built on a pulsating rhythm, with clear influences from club music and the Berlin School. It weaves delicate analog arpeggios, warm ambient pads, and a sultry voice into a sonic garden.

Every breath and every whisper matters - and silence often says more than words.

This is a song about love that lingers between a sinful moment and its echo.

About The Beloved who whispers sensually into your ear.

About a wild rose… whose fragrance arrives before the flower ever blooms.

My Garden Enclosed (from Song of Songs)

Time travel straight into  dancefloor in 80s night club, with timeless message. Music taken from saturday night fever and heartbeating.

And two souls who sway, even when the world spits venom.

2 Souls Sway

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.

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.

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.

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...

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.

Dancefloor Symphony (Op. 70)

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.

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.

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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