Malandros

Adeus Madrugada Querida / Agora pro Seu Morro Irá Subir

Samba Du Brasil (Leonardo Mazzari Edit)

Under the velvet glow of late-night city lights, “Knife in the Heart” glides in like a fever dream — smooth, hypnotic, and unbearably beautiful. A chillwave samba that sways between heartbreak and transcendence, it doesn’t scream — it whispers. It breathes in rhythm, the percussion brushing like silk against the pulse of quiet agony.

The lyrics unfold like a confession whispered through smoke, where love isn’t loud or dramatic — it’s surgical. The wound is invisible, but the pain glows. The “knife” here isn’t made of metal, but of memory, and every twist of it becomes strangely musical — a string vibrating in the chest, a samba beat disguised as sorrow.

Warm synth pads drift over a lazy, tropical groove, while subtle guitar lines and brushed snares wrap the listener in deceptive calm — a kind of emotional anesthesia. It’s the sound of smiling while bleeding inside.

This is not heartbreak in chaos — it’s heartbreak in rhythm.
A sunset bleeding into neon, a dance for those who’ve learned that love doesn’t always end — sometimes, it lingers and turns.

🕯️ Smooth. Wounded. Addictive.
A song that burns softly — and keeps burning long after the last note fades.

Lyrics:

No blood, no scream, no open scar,
Just silence where the heartbeats are.
It slides inside without a trace,
Cold silver kiss on a sacred place.

No one sees, no one believes,
The way it cuts beneath my sleeves.
A phantom pain, a hidden crime,
That stabs again in perfect time.

And the knife in the heart turns and turns and turns,
And the pain in the soul burns and burns and burns.
Invisible wound, impossible art —
She painted her name inside my heart.

Each twist hums like a violin string,
Each burn a bell the angels ring.
You didn’t kill — you just refined,
A masterpiece of a tortured mind.

I laugh by day, but dream by knife,
You took the sleep, you left the life.
Your touch still spins beneath my ribs,
Where every heartbeat still forbids.

And the knife in the heart turns and turns and turns,
And the pain in the soul burns and burns and burns.
No one can see, no one can feel —
But every beat cuts deeper, still.

You twist to the right — I still remain,
You twist to the left — I taste the pain.
A gentle smile, a cruel disguise,
A silver truth behind blue eyes.

And the knife in the heart turns and turns and turns,
And the pain in the soul burns and burns and burns.
If love’s a fire, then let it consume —
The ashes will dance inside my tomb.

Knife in the Heart

a culpa e sua - master

Abandonado – Uma Canção Que Toca a Alma 💔🎶

como eu chorei - Leci Oficial

Tekkila 25 DnBxSka (free dl) 180 bpm

Teu Olhar Me Pegou

Oxumare, o Arco-Íris da Alegria

Masters of the Universe

Ich werde diesen Kanal nutzen, um zukünftig meine musikalischen Ergebnisse zu präsentieren.

Guitarist/Keyboardist/Composer interested in blues, jazz, and reggae.

Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

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!

New tracks tagged #samba