Samotnik z Królewca. Pamięci Jana z Kowala.

W utworze wykorzystano fragmenty filmu "Wielki Szu" reż. Sylwester Chęciński.

Socmodern Utopia

KANT

Action - Nevoa Celest

SET IT OFF ft. WOLF (prod. rashardo)

Session 50

DJ DataHarry Session 50# TECHNO (2024)

featuring Old Boy Rhymes and Gypsy Baritone
produced by Gypsy Baritone

BIO SHOCK

PARTY!

DJ Cliff West Progressive House #1021

WWW.LINKTR.EE/VINCETREE

[Chorus] 
Golden sunlight on an old dirt road, 
Footsteps echo where we used to go. 
Laughter lingers in the summer haze, 
Fading like a dream from younger days. 
Wildflowers swayed where we used to run, 
Chasing the clouds, chasing the sun. 
The radio played our favorite song, 
But time kept moving, and we moved on.

[Rap Verse 1] 
Yeah, blue sky breeze, take me way back, 
Summertime vibes with a heart on track. 
Faded old jeans and a six-string tune, 
Chillin’ by the lake underneath that moon. 
Barefoot steps on the sun-warmed ground, 
Radio up, let the memories sound. 
Days moved slow, but the years flew fast, 
Tryna hold on, but they slip right past.
Still hear the laughter, still see your face, 
Still taste the freedom, still feel the chase. 
Wheels on gravel, kickin’ up dust, 
Swore we’d stay, but time don’t trust. 
Letters in the glovebox, names in stone, 
Ghosts of the past won’t leave me alone. 
Wind hums soft through the willow trees, 
Singin’ our story in the blue sky breeze.

[Chorus] 
Golden sunlight on an old dirt road, 
Footsteps echo where we used to go. 
Laughter lingers in the summer haze, 
Fading like a dream from younger days. 
Wildflowers swayed where we used to run, 
Chasing the clouds, chasing the sun. 
The radio played our favorite song, 
But time kept moving, and we moved on.

[Rap Verse 2] 
Sunrise gold on the rippling tide,
Backroad dreams with you by my side.
Hands out the window, touchin’ the wind,
Wishin’ these days would never end.
Fireflies dance where the memories stay,
Shadows stretch as the night fades gray.
Still hear the echoes of a midnight song,
Still feel the place where we belong.
Clock hands turn, but my heart holds tight,
Chasin’ the past in the pale moonlight.
Footprints fade, but the feeling remains,
Blue sky breeze still calls my name.
Faded map with the edges torn,
Tracing the roads where love was born.
Skippin’ stones where the river bends,
Some goodbyes don’t know their end.

BLUE SKY BREEZE

For years I've had the idea of doing a remix of The Final Countdown by Europe. I think it's perfect for the turn of the year. I wish everyone a happy new year 2025 and may all your wishes come true.

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