Chirriqui Chirri - Remix

The sound of sunshine that cannot be turned off. The music seems to pour straight from a street bar in Havana: mojito glasses clink, someone claps their hands, a guitar switches from bongo to bongo in a roll call of rhythms. All this is not a promise, but a guarantee - there will be dancing until morning, until heels break and hair is saturated with the smell of cinnamon and tobacco.

The party starts without invitations: one spark is enough to turn the street into a carnival. There is a special magic in this lightness - it doesn't weigh you down, it doesn't require effort, it just draws you in. Even the most serious sceptic will be swaying their shoulders in a couple of minutes, surrendering to the Cuban ‘chirriqui-chirri’.