Кукареку

Gold crossbars, heavy chains, and the habit of measuring one's mood by the number of zeros on one's bank statement. Everything is loud, shiny, slightly provocative - like a shop window that glows at night as if the sun lives right inside it. But behind this bravado, another picture suddenly emerges: the pulse of a city where music pours out of every door, where dancing in the streets is not an occasion but a state of being. Where the heat is absorbed into the skin and the word ‘love’ is heard more often than a name. In a word - Miami.

Composer: Tamanyan Arutyun

Lyricist: Guzzi Garcia

Lyricist: Lauren Dmitry