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Time to Get Loose
Martian Mark
Verified Artist
Martian Mark
Mark Martian is one of the most elusive figures in the music world, and his mysterious persona has left many fans wondering—could he really be from Mars?
Known for using the alias Martian Mark during his collaborations, this enigmatic producer has somehow managed to evade the spotlight completely. No interviews, no photos, no videos—Mark is practically a ghost. Some say it’s part of his brand, while others speculate wildly. Who knows?
Maybe while Elon Musk dreams of building colonies on Mars, Mark’s already here, quietly making beats after hitching a ride from the Red Planet’s first neighborhood.
Despite the secrecy surrounding him, one thing’s clear: Mark’s music speaks volumes. His deep house tracks pulse with interstellar vibes, his pop productions are out-of-this-world catchy, and his funk grooves are, well, otherworldly.
Whether he’s blending cosmic synths with soulful beats or dropping funk-infused rhythms, his style keeps listeners hooked and guessing. You can hear his work across platforms, but his music truly shines on Filodyo, where you might catch the next great Martian anthem—if he doesn’t beam it up first.
Time to Get Loose
Martian Mark
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Hit the floor
Drop it low
Raise the roof
Lose control
Time to go
Take it slow
Bring it back
Give me more
No need to run
Baby
Don't be scared
The night's still young
We can dance all night
When it gets to be too much
Let the bass kick in
When you're feeling out of touch
Let the bass kick in
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Find a way
Take a chance
Turn around
Take my hand
We can go
Find a place
Move your body
Pick up the pace
No need to run
Baby
Don't be scared
The night's still young
We can dance all night
When it gets to be too much
Let the bass kick in
When you're feeling out of touch
Let the bass kick in
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
CREDITS
Performer: Martian Mark
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Out of Control
Sabrina G
Verified Artist
Sabrina G
Sabrina G embodies the vibrant spirit of the nightlife, bringing a fearless energy to the dance-pop scene. Known for her glossy club-pop sound, she captures the essence of playful rebellion and empowerment through her music. With her independent songwriting approach, she crafts tracks that resonate with those looking to embrace their true selves, breaking free from societal norms on the dance floor.
Her recent single, "Out of Control," showcases Sabrina's ability to blend catchy hooks with pulsating beats, creating an anthem that reflects her dynamic persona. The track highlights her confident vocal delivery and knack for engaging live performances, drawing audiences into her electrifying world. Each song in her catalog echoes a commitment to celebrating individuality and self-expression.
As Sabrina G continues to evolve, she remains dedicated to pushing the boundaries of dance-pop while inviting listeners to join her in a celebration of life after dark. With every release, she cements her identity as a bold force within the genre, inspiring others to embrace their inner glow amidst the neon lights.
Out of Control
Sabrina G
Yeah-eh uh-huh na-na-na-na
We’re outta control — oh!
Midnight city glitter eyes
I’m not your type but you still try
Too many stories on my phone
but tonight I’m writing my own
All my friends in slow-mo frames
dancing wild forgetting names
Heartbeat syncs with stereo —
I don’t care just let it go! (uh-huh)
Out of control (uh!)
I’m losing my halo (yeah!)
Lights are on fire (ah!)
don’t need no hero!
Spin me around let the rhythm roll —
we’re out of out of out of control!
Glitter lips and candy lies
you say forever I say “bye”
Mirror selfies broken heels
still look good — that’s how it feels
No regrets no morning calls
we own the night we take it all
Heartbeat syncs with stereo —
don’t slow down just let it go! (o-oh)
Out of control (uh!)
I’m losing my halo (yeah!)
Lights are on fire (ah!)
don’t need no hero!
Spin me around let the rhythm roll —
we’re out of out of out of control!
O-oh no rules tonight
we’re neon high on satellite
O-oh one touch I’m gone —
my chaos turns me on!
Out of control (uh!)
I’m losing my halo (yeah!)
No one to blame no one to know
we’re out of out of out of control!
CREDITS
Performer: Sabrina G
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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HOT TRACK
Glass Rain
Liora Venn
Verified Artist
Liora Venn
Liora Venn makes melodic deep house for late rooms, wet windows and the small hours when city lights start to feel personal. Her sound is built around warm analog bass, airy pads and restrained piano motifs, with vocals that move like a memory rather than a spotlight.
Glass Rain captures that world clearly: intimate, nocturnal and quietly hypnotic, balancing club pulse with a melancholy human center. Venn's music avoids oversized drops in favor of atmosphere, motion and emotional detail.
Glass Rain
Liora Venn
I saw your face in the glass rain
Sliding down the window line
City lights were losing color
But your shadow still found mine
You said nothing lasts forever
Like forever was a crime
I kept counting every silence
Like it might give back the time
We don't have to call it love
We don't have to name the fire
Just stay close enough tonight
To feel the wire
If the morning takes you
Let it take you slow
Leave a little echo
Where the blue lights glow
I'll be moving through the glass rain
With your heartbeat in the floor
Every street becomes an ocean
Every door becomes your door
We were never made for answers
Only signals in the dark
Two lost satellites turning
Round the same electric spark
We don't have to call it love
We don't have to name the fire
Just stay close enough tonight
To feel the wire
If the morning takes you
Let it take you slow
Leave a little echo
Where the blue lights glow
And if the night forgets us
I will still know
How your voice became the rhythm
Under everything below
If the morning takes you
Let it take you slow
Leave a little echo
Where the blue lights glow
CREDITS
Performer: Liora Venn
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
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Sunshine In My Pocket
Night Driver
Verified Artist
Night Driver
Hailing from the neon-lit streets of Miami, the alternative trio that is Night Driver has been infusing the raw intensity of the night sky with their chirpy melodies since 2016. Dominic 'Dom' Hill, Jake 'Rainmaker' Rivers, and Danny 'Mr. Sunshine' Bosco, three musical misfits with a shared love for mismatched socks, form the heart and soul of this band.
Our three amigos initially clashed melodically at the disorientating, dimly lit dive bars of the city. Hilarity ensues, as that was the only fitting place for this kooky trio to unite - under the protective glow of broken beer signs. Dom, the lyricist and vocalist, is a virtuoso of vagaries, drawing inspiration from bedtime stories and bread toasters, tying them seamlessly into a symphony. Jake, a bassist who uses the basslines as emotional war paint, narrates stories that imbibe warmth whilst still packing enough punch to shake disco balls off their hinges. Meanwhile, Danny, the drummer with a ubiquitous grin, brings rhythm to the chaos, functioning as the energetic pulse of Night Driver.
Their infectious single 'Sunshine In My Pocket,' has turned many a gloomy evening into an impromptu kitchen disco. One listens, and it's impossible not to be swept up in the boundless joy that Night Driver weaves into their melody. It is their endearing blend of quirkiness mixed with the ability to craft tunes that makes you wish you were dancing in a convertible at sunset that sets them apart. Their music can best be described as the feeling of finding money in your old jeans - surprising, joyous, and absolutely addictive.
Sunshine In My Pocket
Night Driver
Got a pocket full of sunshine oh so bright
Every step I take feels oh so right
Life's a dancefloor I'm the star of the show
With every beat yeah I let my spirit flow
Woke up this morning with a grin on my face
Can't nobody bring me down from this place
Sipping joy in every little sip of tea
World's a playground and I'm swinging free
Hey hey ho ho now we're feeling fine
Hands up high to touch the sky oh my oh my we're fly
Laughter echoes as we go so let's just take it slow
Sky's the limit and we glow so we'll put on a show
Mirror mirror showing me a happy face
Dancing through my day in this groovy space
Every bounce in my step says I'm on my way
To brighter days where I laugh and play
When the night comes I'll still shine my light
No shadows can dim my heart's delight
With a funky beat and a melody sweet
Let's make this moment one to repeat
Hey hey ho ho now we're feeling fine
Hands up high to touch the sky oh my oh my we're fly
Laughter echoes as we go so let's just take it slow
Sky's the limit and we glow so we'll put on a show
CREDITS
Performer: Night Driver
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Paper Moons
Dora Corr
Verified Artist
Dora Corr
Dora Corr is an EDM vocalist and songwriter born and raised in Dublin, Ireland. Before her debut single, she worked at a small, weathered music shop tucked away in Rathmines — a place where synths came in half-broken and left humming again, usually thanks to her.
By day, she tuned old keyboards and restocked trance CDs. By night, she recorded vocal sketches on her cracked laptop, blending soft-spoken Irish melancholy with pulsing beats she never planned to share.
That changed in early 2025, when renowned electronic producer Mark Martian visited Dublin for a creative summit. While killing time between panels, he wandered into Dora’s shop — and found her quietly looping vocal takes in the back room.
Struck by the raw emotion and unusual cadence of her sound, Mark simply asked, “Have you ever thought about making something bigger?” She shrugged. “Not really. But I’d like to.” Energized, Mark immediately called Hakan E., the creative force behind Filodyo.
“I just found someone. We need to get into a studio, fast,” he said. Intrigued, Hakan asked to hear her demos. Mark sent over a few scratch recordings that same night.
Within days, Dora was in a temporary studio above the River Liffey, recording "Paper Moon" — a haunting, minimalist debut that floats somewhere between whispered confession and late-night dance floor, co-produced by Mark Martian for a new Filodyo project.
Dora Corr isn’t chasing pop formulas or peak-hour builds. She’s carving a lane where fragility can still make you move — and where “na na na na” says more than a chorus ever could.
Paper Moons
Dora Corr
You left your coat I kept the thread
It hums like static in my head
I folded time in a paper cup
Sipped your voice till the world shut up
You never said stay but you looked like wait
And I built an echo from that mistake
I don’t call it love — it’s too well-behaved
This is something the maps misplace
Na na na na — na-na na-na-na
Na na na — na-na-na-na
Na na na na — na-na-na-naaa
Na na na na — naaaa
You hum in keys no piano dares
I lose my name climbing up your stairs
Your silence flickers it writes in loops
Still I read it like sacred proof
I won’t label this — it won’t stay still
It moves like weather talks in quills
Na na na na — na-na na-na-na
Na na na — na-na-na-na
Na na na na — na-na-na-naaa
Na na na na — naaaa
You said “don’t read me I’m not that deep”
But I saw planets in your sleep
I don’t need stars I don’t need maps
Just that hum between the gaps
Na na na na — na-na na-na-na
Na na na — na-na-na-na
Na na na na — na-na-na-naaa
Na na na na — naaaa
I let you vanish but not the hum
Some chords don’t end — they just become
CREDITS
Performer: Dora Corr
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Tuesday Night Code
Fever Pilots
Verified Artist
Fever Pilots
Meet the Fever Pilots, a dynamic pop duo with a penchant for the unconventional, a self-styled outfit carving an adventurous path in the frenetic heart of the UK music scene. Their sound, a sonic cocktail soaked in audacious innovation and spice, attracts as much as it defies description.
Forged in the industrial heat and flames of Birmingham, these two troubadours took the raw materials of their working-class background and fashioned them into a sonic boom. They're a hard-edged, heavy beat force, punctuated with lighthearted lyrics echoing the humdrum of everyday life, yet imbuing it with a shimmering musical alchemy. Artists? Yes, but these guys are more like mad scientists toiling away in a pop lab, conjuring up infectious tunes.
Their track "Tuesday Night Code" deserves more than a footnote here. Imagine the most vivid dream you've ever had, now combine that with a chorus catchier than a fisherman's hook and you've got the gist of it. It's a song that fills every corner with a tumbling digital soundscape and hooks a plenty. Bottom line: Fever Pilots aren't just on auto-pilot, they're aiming for the stratosphere and we ought to be strapping in for the ride!
Tuesday Night Code
Fever Pilots
[Intro]
(Ooh)
Yeah yeah
Uh-huh
Look at that
Look at that
You said forever on a Tuesday night
By Thursday you were outta sight
Had your name all over my screen
Now it’s just a memory machine
Funny how the silence got loud
Funny how you’re nowhere around
Used to know the code to my heart
Now you couldn’t find where to start
I was waitin’ by the telephone
Every little buzz had me gone
Now I let it ring all night long
You can’t call me back
Too late for that
I already packed up all the feelings that I had
You can’t call me back
No turnin’ back
Found a better rhythm when you slipped right through my hands
Oh-oh-oh
I’m good like that
Oh-oh-oh
You can’t call me back
Saw your picture through a friend’s friend’s post
Thought I’d feel somethin’ almost
But the room kept spinnin’ just fine
Guess the sun still knows how to shine
Every promise got a price tag now
Every “sorry” sounds the same somehow
You can send another late-night text
But I ain’t the one that’s next
I was waitin’ by the telephone
Every little buzz had me gone
Now I let it ring all night long
You can’t call me back
Too late for that
I already packed up all the feelings that I had
You can’t call me back
No turnin’ back
Found a better rhythm when you slipped right through my hands
Oh-oh-oh
I’m good like that
Oh-oh-oh
You can’t call me back
Na-na-na
Look who’s lonely now
Na-na-na
Tryna figure it out
Ha!
That’s funny somehow
[Final Chorus]
You can’t call me back
Too late for that
I already packed up all the feelings that I had
You can’t call me back
No turnin’ back
Found a better rhythm when you slipped right through my hands
Oh-oh-oh
I’m good like that
Oh-oh-oh
You can’t call me back
Yeah yeah
Too late now
(Ooh)
You can’t call me back… 🎵
CREDITS
Performer: Fever Pilots
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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The Sweetest Tornado
Blake Felton
Verified Artist
Blake Felton
Despite sounding like a comic book alter ego, Blake Felton is anything but fictitious. Sure, the moniker is a cheeky assent to his fervent admiration for Blake Shelton, but our guy Felton wears his alias with a tireless charm that’s just as compelling as his given name, Alex. Drawing inspiration and maybe even a little mischievous wit from his country idol, he weaves an intrinsic thread of twang into his unique sound, establishing an undeniable presence in the rootsy pop-rock arena.
Blake Felton stories often come with a touch of humor, just like his catchy, because-why-not song titles. Take, for example, his hit single "The Sweetest Tornado”. It's as if he baptizes every storm he crosses paths with in the sugariest syrup, then serenades it with an infectious melody until it becomes more pop-chart-whirlwind than natural disaster. But don't let that fool you; beneath his nimble storytelling and pun-laden lyrics, Blake showcases a robust, soulful voice that conveys a depth of emotion beyond the jovial exterior. Immensely captivating, a bit heartbreakingly sweet, and always full of unexpected fun - that's Blake Felton in a nutshell. He certainly isn't Blake Shelton, but in a twist of fate tinged with irony, he just might end up becoming more talked-about than his namesake.
The Sweetest Tornado
Blake Felton
She blows into town on a street bike
With her hair done up in cornrows
Gets off the gas like a hot dam
Wearing all pink head to toe
She steps into the bar like a cannonball
All the folks turn around like an old saw
She orders three shots
Honey on the rocks
And a Manhattan in her straw
She ain't here for long but she still shows
People come and go but she always knows
She ain't one for crowds and she never bows
But she still sold every row
Said a bad word one time in a nightclub
Said "Oops
That's too far"
Always says thank you to the bartender
Always says "Please
" "Oops
That's too far"
She steps into the bar like a cannonball
All the folks turn around like an old saw
She orders three shots
Honey on the rocks
And a Manhattan in her straw
She ain't here for long but she still shows
People come and go but she always knows
She ain't one for crowds and she never bows
But she still sold every row
The summer nights
They call her name
The winter months
They call in vain
When she's there
People can't complain
The streets are flooded from the rain
She ain't here for long but she still shows
People come and go but she always knows
She ain't one for crowds and she never bows
But she still sold every row
CREDITS
Performer: Blake Felton
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Kiss Me When I'm Lying
Mirov Saint
Verified Artist
Mirov Saint
Meet Mirov Saint, everyone's favorite disco-spinning, beat-making connoisseur of all that is musical and funky. Hailing from a place as elusive as his name suggests, this maestro reigns from the far-flung utopia we like to call Saint Petersburg, crafting soundtracks that make our everyday lives feel like an enchanted fairy tale.
This genteel DJ, signed to Filodyo—shout out to them for recognising raw talent—works nightclub miracles, turning songs into disco-infused enchantments. His pièce de résistance? A cabaret dance cover of Romeo Vane's "Kiss Me When I'm Lying", of course. Because who needs a prince charming when you've got Mirov Saint remixing your life soundtrack?
Behind the decks, he becomes this alchemy wizard, transforming every beat into disco-gold, infusing happiness in every note. Take a gander at Mirov's Spotify. You'll think you've been transported to a Moscow underground disco in the 70s—a place where anxiety is unknown, and the mood is perpetually “Happy”.
So there you have it, folks. Mirov Saint, living proof that disco isn't dead, it's just been chilling in Saint Petersburg, waiting for one wizardly DJ to mix it back to life.
Kiss Me When I'm Lying
Mirov Saint
You taste like trouble and cheap red wine
Black boots kicking off the dashboard side
Your hair messed up and your friends outside
Small town talk but we move too fast
Everybody staring when we walk past
You laugh loud when the speakers break
Steal my jacket like a little game
Hands cold wrapped around my neck
You say “relax” then make a mess
Oh-oh
Don’t stop now
Oh-oh
Spin me around
Kiss me when I’m lying
Tell me I’m your type
We can fake forever for a Friday night
(Yeah yeah)
Your lipstick on my cigarette
Your number in my head again
One look and I lose control
Like whoa-oh-oh
Taxi doors and buzzing amps
Cheap hotel and tangled hands
Your dance moves cutting through the room
Everybody watching you
Low lights flicker on your rings
You move sharp to the kick drum beat
Every word got attitude
God you make bad ideas look cool
No sleep
Heartbeat
Fast lane
On repeat
Kiss me when I’m lying
Tell me I’m your type
We can fake forever for a Friday night
(Hey hey)
Your perfume on my leather coat
You pull away then pull me close
One touch and I lose control
Like whoa-oh-oh
Bad habits look good on you
Too much smoke in the dressing room
Red lights blur when you bite your lip
Whole damn room start losing it
Kiss me when I’m lying
Dance into the light
Young hearts burning through the after-midnight
(Yeah yeah)
Your name stuck like a melody
Wild eyes full of energy
One kiss and the whole world spins
Again and again
Black boots
Backseat
Your laugh
Still on me
CREDITS
Performer: Mirov Saint
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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La Sabiduría Calle...
Dos Latinos
La Sabiduría Callejera
Dos Latinos
No hay pupitre ni pizarra mi clase es la ciudad
Cada esquina un maestro cada calle una verdad
Aprendí de los fracasos de la escuela de intentar
Mis diplomas son las cicatrices que el tiempo no borrará
No aprendí de teorías mi saber es práctico
En el arte de vivir cada paso es didáctico
Soy alumno de la vida mi escuela es el mundo entero
Graduado en sobrevivir en cada esquina un sendero
La sabiduría callejera mi título más sincero
Con cada experiencia mi conocimiento es primero
Mis compañeros son los sueños mi tarea la realidad
Cada día una página nueva lista para comenzar
En las plazas hallé libros que no se pueden cerrar
En los ojos de la gente historias que enseñan a amar
No aprendí de teorías mi saber es práctico
En el arte de vivir cada paso es didáctico
Soy alumno de la vida mi escuela es el mundo entero
Graduado en sobrevivir en cada esquina un sendero
La sabiduría callejera mi título más sincero
Con cada experiencia mi conocimiento es primero
Entre sombras aprendí a encontrar la luz
La resiliencia es mi curso la esperanza mi cruz
No aprendí de teorías mi saber es práctico
En el arte de vivir cada paso es didáctico
Soy alumno de la vida mi escuela es el mundo entero
Graduado en sobrevivir en cada esquina un sendero
La sabiduría callejera mi título más sincero
Con cada experiencia mi conocimiento es primero
Cierro los ojos siento el viento cada susurro una lección
En el gran libro de la vida escribo mi propia canción
CREDITS
Performer: Dos Latinos
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Corazón en la Calle
Zaharela B
Verified Artist
Zaharela B
Zaharela B is a vibrant Latin artist whose music radiates the energy of the dancefloor and the streets alike. Born in San Juan, Puerto Rico, and raised between the Caribbean and Miami, she blends the infectious grooves of reggaeton with the warmth of Latin pop and the bold flair of carnival rhythms. Her sound is a celebration of movement, culture, and joy—rooted in tradition yet unapologetically modern.
Her debut single, Corazón en la Calle, bursts with a reggaeton/dembow pulse, playful sound effects, and call-and-response hooks that pull listeners straight into the party. Switching effortlessly between Spanish and English, Zaharela B brings an unmistakable charisma to every lyric, making her performances feel like a shared celebration.
Available exclusively on Filodyo, Zaharela B’s music is more than just a soundtrack for dancing—it’s an invitation to let go, live in the moment, and move with the beat. With her magnetic presence and unstoppable energy, she’s poised to become a defining voice in the next wave of Latin dance music.
Corazón en la Calle
Zaharela B
Beep beep!
Vamos vamos!
Corazón en la calle woo!
Sun on the roof heat on the floor
Boots on the ground crowd wants more
Clap to the beat hips in time
Every little step feels so divine
Turn around bring it close
Hands up high let it show
Dale fuego dale ya
Move your body no se va
Corazón en la calle baila sin parar
Corazón en la calle ritmo va a quemar
Corazón en la calle noche sin final
Corazón en la calle siente el carnaval
Drums in the air bass in my veins
Sweat in the night dance in the rain
Spin to the left slide to the right
Every little move feels like flight
Turn around bring it close
Hands up high let it show
Dale fuego dale ya
Move your body no se va
Corazón en la calle baila sin parar
Corazón en la calle ritmo va a quemar
Corazón en la calle noche sin final
Corazón en la calle siente el carnaval
Beep beep!
Let’s go!
Clap clap!
Go low!
Corazón en la calle baila sin parar
Corazón en la calle ritmo va a quemar
Corazón en la calle noche sin final
Corazón en la calle siente el carnaval
CREDITS
Performer: Zaharela B
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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