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Description
If summer had a voice, it would sound something like this: a little nostalgia, a little drama, a little confusão amorosa - and all to a beat that asks you not to think, but to move. Here, one guy recalls how everything was fun and a little irresponsible until saudade set in: for home, for friends, for those to whom he said ‘te amo’ (and maybe in vain). But even the sadness here has rhythm. Because in this song, resentment turns into a chorus, regrets turn into jokes, and childhood mistakes sound almost like a toast. DJ Aladim knows: life is a bitch, but at least it's a bitch with bass.
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