Trap 808, drill, dubstep, chill, ambient
English
The overarching emotional tone of the song blends energy and introspection, moving between bass-heavy drops that evoke excitement and melodic ambient sections that bring a sense of tranquility. This combination creates a dynamic emotional experience, allowing listeners to feel both invigorated and contemplative.
The song can be used in various scenarios, including party settings where energetic beats are required, workout playlists for motivation, or as background music for study sessions that require a chill vibe. It's also suitable for casual listening during moments of relaxation or reflection.
The technical composition features the signature heavy bass and crisp percussion characteristic of trap and drill music, with 808 kicks driving the rhythm. The use of ambient synth layers adds depth, while dubstep influences can be found in the drop sections, showcasing clever sound design and dynamic shifts that engage the listener.
Uz beton 95-ice, crvene kao krv, kao krv Svo ovo crno na meni je kao smrt, kao smrt I dok jurimo čuje se samo "Skrrt", samo "Skrrt" Samo "Skrrt", samo "Skrrt" Uz beton 95-ice crvene kao krv, kao krv (Kao krv, kao krv) Svo ovo crno na meni je kao smrt, kao smrt (Kao smrt, kao smrt) I dok jurimo čuje se samo "Skrrt", samo "Skrrt" (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Samo "Skrrt", samo "Skrrt" [Strofa: Hiljson Mandela] Kuku$ klan, sine Kad ja te trebam nema te nikad, ali zato tu je uvijek ekipa Zlato, kuje, kriminal - ipak tu smo na Balkanu Znaš kako ovdje je, ti dobro znaš U nosu Beli Weekend i neka brzina, litra džina Mama, nisam pijanica, ali idemo do pobjede Skrr, skrr kao Nascar, spustio sam ovu vutru jer je dosta Vidim svi bi sada surfali naš val Ne vjerujem nikom jer život je kô maskenbal Stani, gas do daske, dvjesto na sat i pali (Skrr) 'Rija iza nas je u daljini i sad su (Skrr) Mali, plavi kao Štrumpfovi - možeš ih zgazit (Gazi, gazi, gazi) I dok jurimo čuje se samo "Skrr", nestanemo brzo kao Anasazi Hiljson, Klinja (Pam-pam-pam-pam) [Refren: Klinac & Hiljson Mandela] Uz beton 95-ice, crvene kao krv, kao krv Svo ovo crno na meni je kao smrt, kao smrt I dok jurimo čuje se samo "Skrrt", samo "Skrrt" (Skrrt) Samo "Skrrt", samo (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Uz beton 95-ice, crvene kao krv, kao krv (Kao krv, kao krv) Svo ovo crno na meni je kao smrt, kao smrt I dok jurimo čuje se samo "Skrrt", samo "Skrrt" (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Samo "Skrrt", samo "Skrrt"
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[Instrumental]
Dans l'ombre, sous les projecteurs, Ils sont là, dans la sueur et la peur, Réparateurs d'acier, bricoleurs de feu, Les DI&ST, héros sans adieu. Sous la Z C A 10, là où tout est figé, Dans le silence, rien n’est échappé, Ils réparent, ils protègent, ils veillent sans fin, De leurs mains, le destin ne sera pas le même. Refrain : DI&ST, gardiens des secrets enfouis, Sous la Z C A 10, ils tiennent la nuit. Avec leurs outils et leur savoir, Ils gardent le monde dans l'espoir. Oh, DI&ST, soldats du silence, Rien ne passe, tout est en vigilance. Couplet 2 : Dans la chaleur de la chambre noire, Sous les alarmes, tout doit être d’ivoire, Réparer l’impensable, maintenir l’ordre, Ils agissent vite, avant que tout déborde. Confinement, ils n’ont pas le choix, Mais dans leur regard, on sent la foi, Ils connaissent chaque vis, chaque mécanisme, Dans leur silence, un monde de charisme. Refrain : DI&ST, gardiens des secrets enfouis, Sous la Z C A 10, ils tiennent la nuit. Avec leurs outils et leur savoir, Ils gardent le monde dans l'espoir. Oh, DI&ST, soldats du silence, Rien ne passe, tout est en vigilance. Pont : Quand le chaos gronde et que tout s’effondre, C’est eux qui réparent, ils ne vont pas sous l’onde, Dans la zone interdite, là où le temps s’arrête, Les DI&ST, ils n’ont jamais de défaite. Refrain (final) : DI&ST, gardiens des secrets enfouis, Sous la Z C A 10, ils tiennent la nuit. Avec leurs outils et leur savoir, Ils gardent le monde dans l'espoir. Oh, DI&ST, soldats du silence, Rien ne passe, tout est en vigilance.
In shadows deep, where echoes lie, An orchestra of sorrow cries. A fragile flame, life's fleeting grace, Burns 'neath the Void’s eternal gaze. O' Broken One, arise, arise, Through veils of pain and weeping skies. What purpose drives thy weary tread, When all shall fall, and hope lies dead? The threads of fate, so tightly spun, By hands unseen, will come undone. Through fleeting love and endless strife, The harpstrings sing of fragile life. O' Broken One, arise, arise, Through veils of pain and weeping skies. What purpose drives thy weary tread, When all shall fall, and hope lies dead? Yet from despair, a spark may bloom, To pierce the Void’s eternal gloom. In agony, a truth divine— The broken forge, the fire refined. O' Broken One, thy soul takes flight, Through endless dark to realms of light. The struggle binds, yet sets thee free, To find thy purpose in eternity.
(Verse 1) Sipping coffee at sunrise, Your voice rings like a melody, Remember that night, under city lights, You whispered, “You’re my remedy.” (Pre-Chorus) Miles apart but I feel you near, Counting days till you’re right here. (Chorus) I’m waiting for tomorrow, When we can break this silence real, Every heartbeat, every sparrow, Tells me love is what we feel. Even oceans can’t divide, This longing that I hold inside, I’m waiting for tomorrow, To show you love’s the deal. (Verse 2) Scrolling through our old messages, Each word feels like a warm embrace, Do you remember that rainy day, When laughter danced all over the place? (Pre-Chorus) Every sunset’s a painted sky, Still it feels like a goodbye. (Chorus) I’m waiting for tomorrow, When we can break this silence real, Every heartbeat, every sparrow, Tells me love is what we feel. Even oceans can’t divide, This longing that I hold inside, I’m waiting for tomorrow, To show you love’s the deal. (Bridge) I’ll hold on to the dreams we make, Building bridges while we wait, Each moment closer to that day, When I’ll finally hear you say… (Chorus) I’m waiting for tomorrow, When we can break this silence real, Every heartbeat, every sparrow, Tells me love is what we feel. Even oceans can’t divide, This longing that I hold inside, I’m waiting for tomorrow, To show you love’s the deal. (Outro) So here I am, just counting stars, Whispering wishes on distant guitars, You’re the song in my heart’s echo, I’m waiting for tomorrow… Waiting for tomorrow… Waiting for tomorrow.
Hm! Reflecting on yourself, ha? Good, so be it — here’s your "ta-da": No, I don’t recall insults or hardcore jokes, They don’t stick — just pass like smoke. For your second question, I’ll be straight: When you say you’ll come but show up late, Or act all weird 'cause of someone new, Changing your vibe? That’s lame, it’s true. And your last question, here’s the deal: We’ve been friends since we were little for real. I’d say, and Sharon would too, I bet — There’s nothing 'bout you that we truly regret. If we don’t like something, we’ll say it clear, Right in the moment — no holding here. That’s what friends do, no fake charade, Just honesty — that’s how we’ve stayed.