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Description
It smells like last nite, spilled wine, and a little bit of electricity. The sound is like it lives under the skin - familiar, like an old chord played without words. There's no rush here: just music, stubbornly returning to those who once taught us to fly, and then simply let go. A little strange people, a little lost, but with their own melodies inside - every note memorized, every line like a confession spoken in the dark. And it's still warm. Because even if the song is over, it's still playing - somewhere in the blood. Artist: Alex Vaespi Costume Designer: Sulian Rios Drums: Vincent Tortiller Electric Bass Guitar: Samuel Fhima Executive Producer: Robert Rats Guitar: Daniel Malet Mastering Engineer: Crayon Mixing Engineer: Crayon Photographer: Alex Vaespi Producer: Crayon Vocals: Michael Milosh Composer: Crayon Composer: Michael Milosh Composer: Zefire
Lyrics and translation
Original
Oh, I played it just last night, it's in my blood.
Oh, this is your song, babe.
Oh, we played it just last night, it's in our blood.
Oh, this is your song.
Remember the ways you taught me to play.
Remember the ways you taught me to play.
Oh, strange people.
Tell me, have I helped you?
Oh, strange people, what you gonna do?
Mama, have I helped you?
Oh, I wanted to be stainless.
Oh, I wanted to be nameless.
Strange people, what you gonna do?
Oh, the sound of the street is wild.
Oh, the sound of our street is wild.