Name: @Saturday MACmorning No.8 by tictocmac
Duration: 49 min 52 s
Description: sorry that I late, but it's still saturday right?

프리템포인가요? 오랜만에 들으니 좋아요. 믿고든는 맥모닝 선곡 넘 최고에요🔥🔥

fpm이랑 freetempo가 이거 들으면 왕왕 감동하겠다.

복 받으세요 돈 많이 버시고 건강하시고 차 조심 하시길

Pairing Music & Art with the Greatest Costadila 
Music : @duggyduk
Crayon Artwork : @symmm___
Wine : @Costadilavini 
Importer : @kavodseoul

Costadila Groove

Told You So I Feel Jazz

OUR MOOD BOARD

artwork by. bomblanc
mixed by. Secretman

@tapeseoul

p l e a s e r e t u r n (mixed by. Secretman)

Conozco Todo, Mira

sorry that I late, but it's still saturday right?

@Saturday MACmorning No.8

It's Not Mine

Plata O Plomo - Money or Bullets... a choice given by Pablo Escobar to all those that might interfere with his ambitions. The thought comes to mind though...if a dude is bad enough to give a man that choice? He'd better be in possession of plenty of both - Money + Bullets - So we present; Plata y Plomo, sonic weapons to help protect your travels along this crazy thing called life. Plenty of both my friends, plenty of both. All Songs Written, Produced + Mixed by Kev Dot Kruz

Plata y Plomo

Kush (Original Mix)

(Verse 1)
Sous le soleil des ruelles anciennes,
Les voix s’entrelacent comme des prières,
Je courais pieds nus sur la poussière dorée,
Le parfum du jasmin guidait mes secrets.

 (Chorus)
Ô Liban de mon enfance,
Écho tendre, douce danse,
Tes couleurs brillent dans ma mémoire,
Même brûlées par le soir.

 (Verse 2)
Rires d’école, fenêtres ouvertes,
Les rivières chantaient aux collines désertes,
Mon père parlait de liberté,
Ma mère lisait des vers cachés.

 (Chorus)
Ô Liban de mon enfance,
Écho tendre, douce danse,
Tes couleurs brillent dans ma mémoire,
Même brûlées par le soir.

Verse 1
Under the sun of the old streets,
Voices intertwined like prayers,
I ran barefoot on golden dust,
The scent of jasmine guided my secrets.

Chorus
Oh Lebanon of my childhood,
Tender echo, gentle dance,
Your colors shine in my memory,
Even when burned by the night.

Verse 2
Schoolyard laughter, open windows,
Rivers sang to the empty hills,
My father spoke of liberty,
My mother read hidden verses.

Chorus
Oh Lebanon of my childhood,
Tender echo, gentle dance,
Your colors shine in my memory,
Even when burned by the night.

@Saturday MACmorning No.8

tictocmac

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