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Call Me Maybe

I release this track back on february but forgot to add it here lol! Enjoy guys! 

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Frühling der  Senioren

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Dernier Souffle

Steam on the mirror, dinner gone cold,
Messages blinking, stories retold.
Deadlines and chaos, I try to stay sane,
But you sneak in like a shadow in rain.

Eyes closed tight, but your voice breaks through,
Laughing in loops like you always do.
We bent too far on a reckless high,
Now you echo like a last goodbye.

I light a match, then let it burn,
You’re still the lesson I never learn.

Lali lalala... can't forget you... still.
Like perfume trapped in window chill.
You fade in slow when the lights go dim,
A ghost in the room, soft on a whim.
Lali lalala... still not free... not yet.
You’re the glitch in my silhouette.
Just a feeling I can't outplay —
But baby, I press replay.

New nights, new names, I try the dance,
But your rhythm’s stitched into every chance.
You’re the sound beneath the mix,
A pulse that breaks through every fix.

I cook alone, your laugh cuts deep,
Still stirs my thoughts, still haunts my sleep.
I breathe, I smile, I pour the wine —
But you show up between the lines.

I built a wall, but you still seep through,
The quiet knows what I won’t do.

Lali lalala... can't forget you... still.
You bloom inside when the world stands still.
A whisper wrapped in memory dust,
A song that fades but breaks my trust.
Lali lalala... still not free... I know.
You echo in the afterglow.
You’re the freeze in a moving day —
And yeah, I press replay.

You tried to fade…
But I kept the file.
Soft and slow…
You're the glitch in style.

"Enjoy..." (whispered delay)
*"Just a dream?" — nah. You stayed awhile.

Lali lalala... can't forget you... still.
You're my silence when I try to chill.
I move through days, but don’t let go —
You hum beneath my after-show.
Lali lalala... still not free... so near.
You’re the voice I always hear.
Not a ghost, not just a phase —
You're my forever delayed.

Can't Forget Me (Pop Version)

No Friends at the Party

🍕 “SOLO PER CLIENTI” — the unofficial Italian summer anthem nobody asked for… but everybody needs. 🇮🇹🚗☀️

Imagine this: a tiny German car, endless winding coastal roads, the smell of fresh lasagna in the summer air… and zero parking. Every single sign screams “SOLO PER CLIENTI” — and our poor heroine? She just wants pizza, mamma mia! 🍝

This French House groove blends soulful male vocals (with a gloriously strong Italian accent), filtered disco synths, deep sidechained basslines, and sun-kissed beats into the ultimate late-afternoon soundtrack. It's smooth, it’s groovy, and it comes with a hint of tiramisu-fueled desperation.

If you’ve ever been hangry on holiday, trapped between Aperol dreams and parking nightmares, this one’s for you. Close your eyes, turn up the volume, and drive straight into Mediterranean chaos.

Warning: This track may cause
🍕 Sudden pizza cravings
🥂 Aperol spritz nostalgia
🚗 Spontaneous shouts of “SOLO PER CLIENTI!”

Perfect for:
🌴 Golden-hour beach drives
🍹 Late-summer balcony parties
🎧 Dancing barefoot with pasta in hand
🇮🇹 Pretending you’re Italian even if you’re not

Lyrics:

She drives a tiny car from Germany,
Through winding roads to the deep blue sea,
Dolce vita dreams, sunglasses on,
But her stomach's empty, mamma mia, she’s done!

Every little street, every little sign,
Says “solo per clienti” — babe, she’s losin’ time!
Pizza in her mind, but no place to stay,
O sole mio, take my hunger away!

Solo per clienti!
No, no, no parcheggio niente!
Solo per clienti!
Pizza, pasta… where’s the entry?
Solo per clienti!
My amore, it’s so tormenti,
Solo per clienti!
O mamma mia… help me, senti! 

She sees a little trattoria by the square,
Smells the fresh lasagna in the summer air,
She parks the car, but a man starts to scream:
“Signorinaaa! This is not what it seems!”

"Bellissima, capisci, non si può…
This parking here — non per te!"
And she sighs, “Okay, okay…
I just want pizza… por favoreee!”

Solo per clienti!
No, no, no parcheggio niente!
Solo per clienti!
Tiramisu is my tormenti!
Solo per clienti!
Maccheroni… sentimenti,
Solo per clienti!
O mamma mia… hungry belly! 

Drive, drive, drive…
Past the beach and wine,
One day, somehow…
She’ll find that sign:
“Benvenuti… clienti tutti!”

Solo Per Clienti (French House Version)

I dont wanna be ur girlfriend

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Can't Forget Me (Pop Version)

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