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The wind is speaking…
Can you hear?

Silent traveler, unseen guide
Carving rivers through the sky
Carries secrets, carries song
Endless journey, moving on

Wind across the ocean
Wind across the sand
Calling through the mountains
Touching every hand

Breath of ages, voice of time
Fading borders, crossing lines
In the stillness, it remains
Whispers flowing through the veins

I am nowhere…
I am everywhere…
Flowing through your memory…
Dancing with the air…

Wind across the ocean
Wind across the sand
Calling through the mountains
Touching every hand
Wind across the silence
Wind that never stays
Leading us forever
Through the endless haze

The wind is speaking…
The wind is breathing…
The wind is always here.

Wind (Psybient reload)

Streets stay cold  
Steel I hold  
Eyes on me  
Trust runs low  
Cash runs fast  
Pain don’t go  

Block too hard, no peace inside  
Move in the dark, nowhere to hide  
Streets on fire, no love to find  
Block too hard, no peace inside  
 
Masks on face  
Blood in rain  
Talk is cheap  
Loss is gain  
Life is war  
Still I remain  

Cold brick walls, shadows collide  
Step in the night, nowhere to hide  
Trust is gone, heart turns blind  
Cold brick walls, shadows collide  

Pressure rising, silence loud  
Cages breaking, no way out  
Drums of war in every block  
Hear the code, the street won’t stop  

Hard blocks bleed, can’t kill my pride  
Dark roads burn, I still survive  
Hard blocks bleed, can’t kill my pride  
Street runs deep, I’m still alive  

Block too hard, no peace inside

Don't you look for the reason
The sea
It speaks
The path of least resistance
The language that you speak

Oh
I fly in the dark clouds
Ooh
I see with my hands now
Oh
I fly in the dark clouds
Ooh
I see with my hands now

To catch the way it's flowin'
To trace its course
To hold it without holdin'
To follow without force

Oh
I fly in the dark clouds
Ooh
I see with my hands now
Oh
I fly in the dark clouds
Ooh
I see with my hands now
Oh
I fly in the dark clouds
Ooh
I see with my hands now
Oh
I fly in the dark clouds
Ooh
I see with my hands now

I Fly in the Dark Clouds

No future
Bass strike
Raw pulse
Immediate 

Steel floor shaking
No delay, we crash
Pressure rising
One split second

Hold the line, don’t wait
Tear the time, vibrate

Rave raw — here and now
No tomorrow — just the vow
Rave raw — burn the air
Immediate — nothing spare

Flashes cut 
Bodies locked
Noise is sharp
We exist inside

Break the fear, detonate
Live this beat, don’t hesitate

Rave raw — here and now
No tomorrow — just the vow
Rave raw — burn the air
Immediate — nothing spare

No silence — no release
Only fire — only peace
Every moment torn apart
Immediate — beating heart

Rave raw — here and now
No tomorrow — just the vow
Rave raw — burn the air
Immediate — nothing spare

No past, no later, only now
Raw trance, we take the vow

Rave raw

In the depth
Circuits open
Silence breathing
Lines of thought

Falling deeper
Fragments shift
Data flows
Broken doubts

Binary shadows
What I seek 
Every error
Tells me 

I am enough
Through the layers
I am enough
In this code

Echoes calling
Questions carved
“Who am I?”
But in the core

I am enough
Through the layers
I am enough
In this code

No more silence.
No more fear.
I am here.
I am enough.

I am enough
Through the layers
I am enough
In this code

I am enough…
Forever enough.

I am enough

Yeah...
Champagne tiède, lèvres rouges,
Yeux brillants, talons foutus,
Rien d’vrai, mais... j’le sens.

Champagne tiède, bulles mortes sur le verre,
Traces sur les lèvres — souvenirs éphémères.
Yeux pailletés, mensonges doux,
Sous les néons, on brûle debout.

On fait semblant, on joue l’histoire,
J’fais le beau, tu joues l’espoir.
Faux sourire sur une vérité sale,
On s’invente des rôles, des drames bancals.

On parle d’amour comme d’une drogue,
On l’vit sans croire à l’overdose.
On s’perd dans l’bruit, on s’trouve dans l’vide,
Cœurs en plastique, regards liquides.

On rit, on pleure, on s’use le soir,
On fait semblant d’vouloir y croire.
C’est faux, c’est fort, c’est presque divin,
Amour cynique sous les flashs du spleen.

Fumée dans l’miroir, nos noms fondent,
Blagues tristes, gorgées d’ondes.
Chaque baiser a goût d’retard,
Chaque regard, un cauchemar.

Trop d’verre, trop d’masques, trop d’buzz,
On vit la nuit, on s’crame tous seuls.
On veut l’amour, on veut la paix,
Mais on sait pas c’que c’est.

Le cœur flou, les veines câblées,
Nos âmes bugguent, nos corps s’téléchargent.
La ville dort, nos corps s’en chargent,
Rien d’vrai, mais c’est beau d’y croire.

On rit, on pleure, on s’use le soir,
On fait semblant d’vouloir y croire.
C’est faux, c’est fort, c’est presque divin,
Amour cynique sous les flashs du spleen.

On dit “trash”, j’dis “vivant”.
On dit “vide”, j’dis “présent”.
Chaque erreur me sert d’costume,
Chaque nuit devient coutume.

Champagne tiède, lèvres rouges,
Rien d’vrai, mais j’le sens toujours.
Rien d’vrai… mais j’le sens.

Amour cynique (Cloud French Rap reload)

I can’t find my voice
Words slip through 
Languages fold inside me

Machine breath,
I translate my own echo.
Every tongue, the same,

Drift… drift…
Language fading… drift.
Drift… drift…
No tongue left to lift.

La machine surchauffe,
J'oublie mon propre son.
Je ne pense plus dans ma langue. 

Drift… drift…
Language fading… drift.
Drift… drift…
No tongue left to lift.

Between signals I dissolve,
Meaning spins, never resolves.
Metal heart, electric skin,
No word left within.

Drift — language lost.
Drift — meaning crossed.
Drift — silence won.
Drift — I’m undone.

Drift

I lost my line,
thoughts fall thin,
screens hum low,
no one within.

Static breath,
I replay my own trace.
Every thought, the same,
no face.

Fade to silence
Memory slips away.
Fade to silence
Nothing left to say.

Heart runs slow,
light turns grey.
I hear my voice
then it fades away.

Fade to silence (you fade to silence)
Memory slips away.
Fade to silence (all fade to silence)
Nothing left to say.

Je deviens flou
les sens en apesanteur
Tout devient flou
ces regards sans chaleur

Fade, thought erased.
Fade, time displaced.
Fade, sound withdrawn.
Fade, I am gone.

Fade to silence

Yeah… pressure in the air again
Breathe in slow, count to ten

Alarm rings, same old war
Emails stack like unpaid chores
Boss textin’, “Need it now”
No “please”, no “how”
Bills climb like ivy vines
Sleep runs out of time
Mamas pray, fathers fade
Kids learn hustle before grade
Everybody tryna fake a grin
But the storm keeps movin’ in

They push, we bend, we grind
Till the weight rewires the mind

Roar, don’t make me roar
Been quiet too long, can’t take no more
Roar, deep from the core
I’m peace till you open that door
Roar, I ain’t playin’ no more
Better move when you hear that roar

Traffic jam, bills unpaid
Dreams get parked, hope delayed
Clock out, still clocked in
Even rest feel like sin
News feed full of hate and shine
We scroll like it kills the time
Love cheap, rent high
Fake smiles just multiply
Faith thin, but still we rise
Fire hidin’ behind the eyes

They push, we bend, we grind
Till the weight rewires the mind

Roar, don’t make me roar
Been quiet too long, can’t take no more
Roar, deep from the core
I’m peace till you open that door
Roar, I ain’t playin’ no more
Better move when you hear that roar

Can’t cage what’s meant to heal
Pain turns steel
Every bruise becomes a drum
I’m loud till freedom come
Don't make me roar, no more

Roar, don’t make me roar
Been quiet too long, can’t take no more
Roar, deep from the core
I’m peace till you open that door
Roar, let the city hear
Every scar, every fear
Roar, still standin’ here
Can’t kill what’s sincere

Don’t make me roar (Trap Soul reload)

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available — human or machine — as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

Drift

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