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Memories
Hazel Vaughn
Verified Artist
Hazel Vaughn
Hazel Vaughn: The pop belle with a twangy accent who managed to steal the hearts of the indie world. She’s the chirpy nightingale from Virginia, whose lyrics remind you of dog-eared diary pages, scribbled in the golden hues of bygone days.
Unlike your cookie-cutter pop stars, Hazel's got a voice that's as rich and comforting as Southern sweet tea. She waltzes between woeful tales of love and nostalgia seasoned with notes of jingle-jangle pop. Everything from her honey-soaked vocals to her homespun charisma wraps you in a joyful yearning, a testament to her unparalleled knack for audio storytelling.
By far, Vaughn's standout track "Memories" has cemented her place in listeners' hearts. It's a deceptively breezy jam, packed with her knack for tugging both heartstrings and guitar strings alike. Underneath the playful tempo, you can almost hear the nostalgia dripping out, invoking halcyon summer days and resurrecting ghosts of first loves.
Our Virginia story-weaver embodies what it means to be a pop artist with depth, warmth, and a pinch of sweet Southern charm. Where Hazel Vaughn goes, an addictive serenade of happy nostalgia follows–humming reminders of memories we thought we'd lost, but dance upon hearing her tunes. The tales continue to spiral through song. Let's all lend an ear, shall we?
Memories
Hazel Vaughn
I have limited information
Flowers in oil
People in formation
For all the things they stole
All you want to whistle
Kettle on the stove
Together with some tea
Purple and gold
Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost
Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost
All you have is this skin
And what you taught me
And how you made a mark on all these things
You meant everything
I have trouble breathing
New town
New number
You were eighteen
I'll be crawling under
Oh please do not sleep here
Tell me the truth
You should have disappeared
But I fell for you
Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost
Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost
CREDITS
Performer: Hazel Vaughn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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The Fridge Is Takin...
Funny Harry
Verified Artist
Funny Harry
Hailing from the vibrant streets of Copenhagen, Funny Harry has carved out a distinctive niche in the alternative pop scene, effortlessly blending whimsical narratives with thought-provoking themes. With a catalog that includes tracks like "The Fridge Is Taking Her Side," Harry's music embodies an eclectic mix of calmness and playful mystery. The lyrics often dance around the mundane, transforming everyday objects and interactions into poignant reflections on loneliness and connection. This creative alchemy was born in the city's cozy cafes, where Harry first collaborated with friends from art school, merging their diverse influences to create a sound that feels both fresh and deeply familiar.
As Harry continues to evolve, each track reveals layers of emotional resonance and sonic experimentation. The interplay of light and shadow is masterfully executed, inviting listeners into a world where the ordinary becomes extraordinary. With an approach characterized by introspective storytelling and innovative arrangements, Funny Harry captures fleeting moments of life through a kaleidoscope of calm melodies and vibrant rhythms. Whether exploring themes of melancholy or stitching together playful anecdotes, the artist leaves an indelible mark on the listener, inviting them to embrace the mystery hidden within everyday experiences.
The Fridge Is Taking Her Side
Funny Harry
At 2:17 the refrigerator cleared its throat
I said “Don’t start”
It started
The kettle only sings for one
The toaster burns my alibis
Your coffee cup is upside down
Like it has closed its little eyes
I bought a cactus for morale
It quit on Tuesday night
The landlord says the pipes are fine
The fridge is taking your side
Every appliance has an opinion
Every opinion sounds like you
The freezer hums through cross-examination
I plead the fifth and eat for two
The washer handed back one sock
As proof I can’t be trusted
The vacuum found your silver hoop
Then parked itself disgusted
I tried to cook that thing you liked
The smoke alarm performed the lead
I took a bow it took the battery
A fair review I must concede
“Did you call her?”
No
“Will you call her?”
No
“Are you lying?”
Next question
“Who are you talking to?”
The refrigerator
Every appliance has an opinion
Even the clock has joined in too
The freezer hums for the prosecution
And I still cook enough for two
Your note is folded under pears
I read it only when they spoil
The final line says “Please be well”
As if well came wrapped in foil
At dawn the motor settles down
The whole flat loses its nerve
I almost miss our little war
Then hear the ice tray say one word:
“Call”
Mind your own business
At 2:18 it cleared its throat again
I moved it three inches from the wall
We are no longer speaking
CREDITS
Performer: Funny Harry
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Silver Static
Meya Roan
CREDITS
Performer: Meya Roan
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Faded Picture of Us...
Greta Falk
Verified Artist
Greta Falk
Meet Greta Falk - a woman who writes letters to the world in the form of melody, one coffee cup at a time. Best known for her achingly beautiful duet, "Faded Picture of Us (Nova Grip)", Greta's music dares you not to feel.
Once a humble barista, Greta swapped her Americano for Allegros, her caramel macchiato for concertos. Working the espresso machine in a little café back in her hometown, she spent her spare time spinning a web of storytelling, uncovering the lyrical undercurrents in the daily grind of coffee beans. Vienna was just a faded picture on a postcard then, an elusive dream that seemed light years away.
Greta's big break came after an impromptu performance in the café, grabbing the heartstrings of a customer who happened to be a music producer on a caffeine kick. Next thing she knew, she was packing her passport alongside her piano sheet music. Soon after settling in Vienna, Greta would tie the knot with the city and her newfound love. So if you thought romance was only found in a Vienna coffee house with a slice of Sachertorte, allow “Faded Picture of Us (Nova Grip)” to change your mind.
In a world where pop music often relies on sugar-coated hooks, Greta Falk’s songwriting serves up a double espresso – unflinching, raw, and undeniably addictive. So here's to Greta, crafting symphonies one coffee bean — I mean note, at a time. This woman not only proves that it's never too latte to follow your dreams but also that behind every successful artist, there’s substantial amount of caffeine. Greta definitely knows her art just as well as her coffee art!
Faded Picture of Us (Nova Grip)
Greta Falk
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Ooh ooh)
Yeah
Oh oh uh-huh
(Whoo)
I thought I was done with you mmh
Then I read the messages (Ooh ooh) I
(Fell out yesterday just to slide for you)
Baby days just go on
I need a time machine for us (Slide for you)
(fallen out yesterday just to slide for you)
Again it's a feeling it won't last
(Ah ah ah ooh)
A faded picture from the past
(Ah ah ah ah)
Girl my heart won't lie
(Ah ah ah ah)
Every time I close my eyes (Yeah)
it's on my mind
Another chapter that's gone
World stops spinning yet life goes on
Girl days just come and go (Ooh ooh)
We can't get back I need a time machine ah
Again (Oh) it's a feeling it won't last (Ooh)
(Fell out yesterday just to slide for you)
A faded picture from the past
Girl my heart won't lie
(Fallen out yesterday just to slide for you)
Every time I close my eyes (Yeah) it's on my mind
Again (Yeah) it's a feeling it won't last
(Fell out yesterday just to slide for you)
A faded picture from the past (I miss you girl)
Girl my heart won't lie (Yeah)
Every time I close my eyes (Yeah) it's on my mind
A long time (Ooh ooh) it's a long time comin'
I've waited in the doorway for you
Till the end of time (Oh) I'll be yours forever
My best friend in another life
Again (Oh) it's a feeling it won't last (Ooh)
A faded picture from the past (Ah)
Girl my heart won't lie (Ah)
Every time I close my eyes (It's been a long time girl)
Again (Oh) it's a feeling it won't last
A faded picture of our past (Ooh)
Girl my heart won't lie
Every time I close my eyes it's on my mind
(It's been a long time)
CREDITS
Performer: Greta Falk
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Parle Moins (feat M...
Kessy
Verified Artist
Kessy
Kessy is a France-born artist with African roots, shaped by a sound environment that blends urban pop, Afro-influenced rhythms and understated confidence. Raised between cultures, her music reflects a calm but assertive attitude, focusing on presence rather than excess. She is known for her controlled vocal delivery, minimal phrasing and lyrics that draw clear boundaries without dramatization.
With Parle Moins, Kessy joins forces with Malik Joon, whose sharp, rhythm-focused vocal style adds a contrasting edge to the track. Their collaboration is built on balance: restraint over intensity, clarity over noise. The song captures a modern, radio-friendly Afro-pop aesthetic while keeping a cool, grounded tone.
This release marks their meeting point on Filodyo and NOT FM, where both artists come together through a shared approach to contemporary sound and modern production values. Parle Moins stands as a confident introduction to Kessy’s artistic direction: direct, composed and unmistakably current.
Parle Moins (feat Malik Joon)
Kessy
Ouais
Hmm
Parle moins
Tu parles trop tu dis rien
Toujours sûr jamais clair
Tu me regardes de loin
Comme si j’étais à refaire
Tu dis “viens” tu dis “reste”
Mais tu sais pas pourquoi
Moi je lis dans les gestes
Pas dans ce que tu crois
J’ai pas besoin d’expliquer
Je me vois très bien sans toi
Si tu viens pour improviser
Autant rester là-bas
Parle moins regarde mieux
J’ai déjà compris le décor
Parle moins regarde mieux
J’attends pas que tu sois fort
Parle moins regarde mieux
Je perds pas mon équilibre
Parle moins regarde mieux
Je suis calme je suis libre
Tu veux suivre mon tempo
Mais tu marches à côté
Chez moi tout est simple
Faut savoir rester vrai
T’as appris à parler vite
À promettre sans voir
Mais moi je coupe le son
Quand ça sonne trop noir
Yeah
J’arrive clean sans détour
J’fais pas l’acteur dans le jour
Trop de bruit pour peu d’idées
Moi j’avance pas besoin d’jouer
Elle sait lire entre les lignes
Moi j’dis moins j’fais plus
Si tu veux rester dans le film
Faut être réel pas flou
Parle moins regarde mieux
J’ai déjà compris le décor
Parle moins regarde mieux
J’attends pas que tu sois fort
Parle moins regarde mieux
Je perds pas mon équilibre
Parle moins regarde mieux
Je suis calme je suis libre
Ouais
Parle moins
C’est mieux comme ça
CREDITS
Performer: Kessy
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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No Tomorrow Needed
Roxelle
Verified Artist
Roxelle
Roxelle is a Romanian-born singer and songwriter currently based in the United Kingdom. Growing up between Eastern European traditions and Western pop culture, she developed an early fascination with rhythm, melody, and visual storytelling. Her background gave her a distinctive sense of contrast, mixing emotional depth with bold self-expression, something that would later become central to her artistic identity.
After relocating to the UK in her early twenties, Roxelle immersed herself in the underground pop and electronic scenes, refining her sound and performance style. Influenced by modern pop, dance, and subtle R&B textures, she crafts songs that balance confidence with vulnerability. Her vocals move effortlessly between smooth, controlled delivery and striking, attitude-driven hooks, creating a sound that feels both intimate and commanding.
Roxelle’s music explores themes of independence, desire, and emotional resilience, often framed through sleek, contemporary production. Known for her strong visual aesthetic and fashion-forward presence, she approaches music as a complete artistic experience rather than just sound. With a growing catalog of releases, Roxelle positions herself as a new-generation pop artist shaped by movement, migration, and self-definition.
No Tomorrow Needed
Roxelle
Heels hit the floor I feel it start
Bass in my chest steady and sharp
No explanations no excuse
I move the room just how I choose
Eyes follow motion not my name
I don’t repeat I don’t stay same
One step closer to the sound
I don’t wait I turn around
I’m on my own tempo
Don’t tell me when to go
I set it I control
Every move every role
I’m on my own tempo
Too fast too slow I know
I hit it right on time
Watch me cross the line
Disco strings rise
Bass keeps talking
Hands in the air
No words just timing
Mirrors shake when I pass through
Every angle feels brand new
No permission no delay
I decide how long I stay
Heat is building in the crowd
I don’t need to say it loud
Count it in feel it land
Everything is in my hands
I’m on my own tempo
Don’t tell me when to go
I set it I control
Every move every role
I’m on my own tempo
Too fast too slow I know
I hit it right on time
Watch me cro
Jacket on I leave it open
Streetlight glow my focus broken
Every sound pulls me in
I don’t ask where we’ve been
I don’t read the signs twice
I move once that’s my advice
If it feels right I don’t slow down
I let the night spin me around
No tomorrow needed
Say it again I mean it (mean it)
No tomorrow needed
I don’t pause I don’t overthink it (no no)
No tomorrow needed
Feel it hit me feel it beat me (beat me)
No tomorrow needed
If I’m in it I’m in it (yeah)
Every step is calculated
Still it looks so effortless
I don’t wait to be invited
I arrive I don’t impress
Crowd reacts I don’t chase
I just take up space
Hear my name inside the bass
I don’t rush I keep my pace
Yeah
She don’t plan it she appear
Whole room shift when she near
No tomorrow in her mind
Only now perfect time
She don’t promise she decide
Every move amplified
I’m just watching from the side
Tryna keep up with her stride
No delay no rewind
She already crossed the line
When she move place complies
That’s the signal that’s the sign
No tomorrow needed
Say it again I mean it (mean it)
No tomorrow needed
I don’t pause I don’t overthink it (no no)
No tomorrow needed
Feel it hit me feel it beat me (beat me)
No tomorrow needed
If I’m in it I’m in it (yeah)
No tomorrow (no tomorrow)
Needed (needed)
No tomorrow (no tomorrow)
I don’t need it (don’t need it)
No tomorrow (no tomorrow)
Needed (needed)
If I want it (if I want it)
I’m in it (I’m in it)
CREDITS
Performer: Roxelle
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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All That Shine
Paint the Moon Slow
Verified Artist
Paint the Moon Slow
For those whose hearts beat a little faster after dark, meet Paint the Moon Slow, the genre-defying trio lighting up the dance floor with rhythmically pulsating songs brimming with late-night sparkle. The group draws its moniker from a whimsical mix of cosmic awe and the unhurried charm from their native city, the lunar-graced town of Slowville.
Even though their name might lead you to believe they're about slow, soul-crushing tunes, don't be fooled; they're far from a slowcore. Instead, they intertwine cosmic shimmers into their globally influenced, mid-tempo funk-pop. Frontwoman Cleo Maren delivers vocals both gruff and rosy, a blend of smoky lounge and roller-rink diva, backed by synth maestro Rhea Dax and rhythm fanatic Jo "Kicks" Tanaka, creating anthems that twinkle with retro beats and lyrical audacity under neon lights.
Their most notable song, "All That Shine", is a dashing number that perfectly embodies their sonic aesthetic, brimming with upbeat rhythms that evoke a cheeky, happy-go-lucky mood. As contract artists with Filodyo, Paint the Moon Slow are aligning the stars for a new era of dance music. Stay tuned for more luminous offerings from these maestros of mirth, groove, and exceptional starlit tunes. Welcome to the Paint the Moon Slow universe – it’s a happy place.
All That Shine
Paint the Moon Slow
Every win costs more than it shows
Smiles on screens but nobody knows
Counting steps in designer doubt
Applause fades when the lights go out
All that shine (yeah)
burns cold by dawn (so cold)
Still I move (keep it movin’)
still I’m gone (I’m gone I’m gone)
I built a world from nothing at all (from the ground up)
Paved my name on a silent wall (can you see it?)
They cheer the rise not the climb (uh-huh)
But I’ve been bleeding into time (so deep so long)
[Instrumental Break]
Phone full of names I don’t call
Rooms packed tight but I feel small
I keep my truth behind gold frames
Success is a house with shifting names
All that shine (yeah)
burns cold by dawn (so cold)
Still I move (keep it movin’)
still I’m gone (I’m gone I’m gone)
I built a world from nothing at all (from the ground up)
Paved my name on a silent wall (can you see it?)
They cheer the rise not the climb (uh-huh)
But I’ve been bleeding into time (so deep so long)
Don’t envy thrones you’ve never sat
You won’t feel full chasing that
I built a world from nothing at all
Paved my name on a silent wall
They cheer the rise not the climb
CREDITS
Performer: Paint the Moon Slow
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Transmission Null
Qore and Vynn
Transmission Null
Qore and Vynn
CREDITS
Performer: Qore and Vynn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Desert Frequency
Alia Bergen
Verified Artist
Alia Bergen
Alia Bergen, an emerging name in the vibrant dance music scene of Amsterdam, weaves together elements of house and electronic with a distinctly intimate touch. With her warm analog bass lines and punchy kick patterns, Alia invites listeners into her sonic world, where airy vocals dance over lush stereo pads and subtle piano stabs create an enveloping atmosphere. Her latest track, "Desert Frequency," embodies this spirit, coupling hopeful and playful themes with evolving textures that pulse with life. The organic darbuka grooves layered beneath modern house rhythms add a unique rhythmic complexity that sets her apart.
Hailing from a background steeped in musical exploration, Alia began her journey by collaborating with local musicians who shared her passion for combining traditional sounds with contemporary beats. Their initial meetings at open mic nights sparked a creative partnership that would lead to the formation of her solo project. Each track in her catalog, including future releases poised to build on the success of "Desert Frequency," explores themes of connection and intimacy, often capturing fleeting moments with poetic lyricism that resonates deeply with her audience.
In Alia's music, every sound serves a purpose—whether it's the shimmering plucks that evoke a sense of wonder or the playful slaps that drive the energy forward. Her ability to blend sensuality with inspiration creates an inviting landscape for listeners, making them feel as if they are part of an unfolding narrative. As she continues to develop her craft and refine her artistic identity, Alia Bergen remains committed to producing tracks that inspire joy and connection through rhythm and melody.
Desert Frequency
Alia Bergen
Glass on the shoreline
Silver on skin
The night keeps folding
As the rhythm pulls us in
Every street is breathing slower
Windows shimmer then disappear
You don't have to say forever
You're already here
One more step
One more spark
One more pulse across the dark
No destination
Only motion
Floating where the bass begins
Higher
Take me where the skyline bends
Higher
Nothing has to make sense
We move
Like the tide beneath the light
Higher
Till tomorrow loses sight
Dust rises softly
Under every heel
Ancient echoes
Wrapped in something new and real
Hands cut circles through the silence
Every heartbeat shifts its place
No one owns this second
No one leaves a trace
The air keeps turning
Round and round
Every shadow finds a sound
No gravity
No history
Just the rhythm underneath
We don't chase the sunrise
We become the color
One breath
One horizon
Nothing louder
Higher
Lift the night above the ground
Higher
Feel the silence singing loud
We move
Where the desert meets the sea
Higher
You and the frequency
Higher
Only the frequency
CREDITS
Performer: Alia Bergen
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Summer Starts
The Plastic Chapels
Verified Artist
The Plastic Chapels
The Plastic Chapels are a fictional four-piece indie-pop band who turn everyday scenes into bright, immediate choruses. Vocalists Casey Rowe and Mina Hart share guitars with bassist Theo Lane and drummer Paz Moreno, friends who began writing together after years of crossing paths at neighborhood shows and seasonal jobs.
“Summer Starts” captures the first truly warm day of the year: screen doors, bare feet, cold drinks on the curb and a calendar suddenly emptied of obligations. Handclaps, jangling guitars and an open-hearted refrain give the song the feeling of a block party beginning before anyone planned it.
The band’s music is playful without being disposable, grounded in the belief that ordinary happiness deserves a loud soundtrack. The Plastic Chapels make colorful guitar pop for windows-down afternoons, shared sidewalks and moments people wish could last all year.
Summer Starts
The Plastic Chapels
Shoes off by the door
Got that first-day heat
Screen door slams behind me
Bare feet on the street
I had a long cold week
Now the sky says go
Your laugh on my tongue
Like a soft encore
Oh it’s coming on fast
Like a wave in my chest
I can feel it now
I don’t need to guess
Summer starts I’m happy
Summer starts I’m here
Take my hand come closer
Keep that feeling near
Summer starts I’m happy (happy)
Summer starts right here
We can run forever
Let it stay all year
Cold drinks on the curb
Melting in the sun
You got that easy grin
Like the day’s just begun
Kids yelling down the block
Ice cream on our shirts
Nothing on the calendar
Nothing but this world
Oh it’s coming on fast
Like a wave in my chest
I can feel it now
I don’t need to guess
Summer starts I’m happy
Summer starts I’m here
Take my hand come closer
Keep that feeling near
Summer starts I’m happy (happy)
Summer starts right here
We can run forever
Let it stay all year
We don’t need a reason
We don’t need a plan
Just the open air
And your warm hand
If the night moves slowly
Let it take its time
I found my little forever
In the yellow shine
Summer starts I’m happy
Summer starts I’m here
Take my hand come closer
Keep that feeling near
Summer starts I’m happy (happy)
Summer starts right here
We can run forever
Let it stay all year
CREDITS
Performer: The Plastic Chapels
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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La Ventana
Alba Serrin
Verified Artist
Alba Serrin
When Alba Serrin first picked up a guitar in her native Colombia, no one guessed she'd soon become the queen of independent Latin Pop. With her infectious feel-good vibes, she transformed her local music scene, one acoustically vibrant and breathy note at a time.
Cut from the colourful streets of Bogota, Alba's bones are steeped in stories, sunshine and a knack for making guitar strings sing like an Andean condor on a summer breeze. Her smash-hit "La Ventana" serves as a cheerful escape hatch, a musical window flung wide open to let the light in. We're talking a ray of sweet sonic sunshine straight outta South America.
You ask about Alba? Don't picture a diva draped in unnecessary glamour. Nah, she's just this quirky señorita in sneakers with an unruly curl crested on her forehead and a smirk that says, "Hey, music doesn’t have to give you the blues." It's her joyful rebellion against the norm that makes Alba, well, Alba.
Undeniably, Alba Serrin's artistry paints a jolly dance of Latin notes across a canvas of global indie music. She croons, she cheers, and sometimes, she's just your happy-go-lucky gal brightening up the world one tune at a time – an upbeat antidote to your toughest days.
La Ventana
Alba Serrin
(La ciudad no duerme)
(And I don’t wait anymore)
ja
Dejé tu chaqueta
colgada en la silla
tu perfume barato
ya no me domina
You sent me a message
at quarter to three
I read it dancing
you lost that key
shh
No me preguntes
si duele todavía
me puse más linda
desde tu despedida
Tú querías fuego
pero sin quemarte
yo cerré la puerta
sin odiarte
Por la ventana
te vi pasar
con esa cara
de querer llamar
No digas nada
no mires atrás
yo ya no bajo
si tú no sabes amar
La-la-la ventana
I don’t go back
La-la-la ventana
I don’t do that
Compré flores rojas
pero no por ti
hoy brindo conmigo
porque sí porque sí
You loved the drama
I changed the scene
now my little black dress
looks better on me
ay
No me preguntes
si duele todavía
me puse más libre
desde tu cobardía
Tú querías luna
sin pasar la noche
yo cambié mi nombre
dentro de tu coche
[Chorus: Bigger Vocal Layering]
Por la ventana
te vi pasar
con esa cara
de querer llamar
No digas nada
no mires atrás
yo ya no bajo
si tú no sabes amar
La-la-la ventana
I don’t go back
La-la-la ventana
I don’t do that
(You thought I’d cry?)
[Mocking Laughter]
ja ja
Mira bien
mira bien
no era suerte
era mi piel
NO VUELVO MÁS
Por la ventana
te vi pasar
con esa cara
de querer llamar
No digas nada
no mires atrás
yo ya no bajo
si tú no sabes amar
La-la-la ventana
I don’t go back
La-la-la ventana
I don’t do that
(La ciudad sigue)
(pero yo no te sigo)
CREDITS
Performer: Alba Serrin
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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