Salsa

The beat is melting like asphalt in the sun - heavy, sweet, and with the risk of getting burned. Everything here rustles with expensive fabrics, clangs with the metal of chains, and smells of speed. Every movement is like a line in an overheated dialogue with life: who's winning, you or it. Between the bass shots and the Spanish shouts, fatigue creeps in – from fame, from playing, from the eternal heat. A mix of luxury and danger, where the sparkle of diamonds is offset by the smell of gasoline. A dance between "I need to hurry" and "I need to stay alive." And amidst the roar of engines and the beat, the main thing can be heard - no matter how loud the force sounds, peace still calls from within. Composer: Medeline Composer: Traxx Lyricist: Jok'air Lyricist: Aleman