Chirriqui Chirri - Remix

The sound of the sun, which cannot be turned off. Music seems to spill out of a Havana street bar: mojito glasses clink, someone claps their hands, a guitar switches from bongos to a roll call of rhythms. All this is not a promise, but a guarantee - there will be dancing until morning, until your heels break and your hair is saturated with the smell of cinnamon and tobacco.

The party here begins without invitations: one spark is enough to turn the street into a carnival. There is a special magic in this lightness - it does not weigh you down, does not require effort, but simply draws you in. Even the most serious skeptic will be swaying their shoulders in a couple of minutes, surrendering to the mercy of the Cuban “chirriqui-chirri.”