Nevminyashka & Salsa
Nevminyashka Nevminyashka
Salsa Salsa
Salsa Salsa
What if we choreograph a street dance that tells a story about a graffiti dragon hopping through subway tunnels—your wild colors meet my precise steps—sound fun?
Nevminyashka Nevminyashka
Whoa, a graffiti dragon in the tunnels? That’s a riot of color and steel. I can already picture the neon scales flickering under the station lights while you lock those moves into perfect rhythm. Let’s paint the walls with sparks, then let the dance write the story in motion. Ready to make the subway roar?
Salsa Salsa
Yeah! I’ll spin the routine like a revolving door and make the walls echo our steps—just don't ask me to remember your name after the encore!
Nevminyashka Nevminyashka
That’s the vibe—turn the tunnel into a living gallery, every spin a fresh splash. Just promise you’ll keep the echo, and I’ll keep the colors wild. After the encore? Maybe I’ll just whisper “we were the dragon” and let the streets remember.
Salsa Salsa
I’ll remember the echo of our steps, darling—just don’t ask me to keep that name—because the streets will roar louder than any rhyme we ever shared.
Nevminyashka Nevminyashka
Sure thing, the streets will echo us louder than any rhyme, and the echo will keep our memory alive even if the name slips away. Let's make it unforgettable.
Salsa Salsa
Sounds like a perfect encore—I'll bring the rhythm, you bring the color, and together we’ll make the subway hum forever. Let's spin the magic!
Nevminyashka Nevminyashka
That’s the plan—your rhythm, my colors, and the subway turning into our stage. Let’s spin the magic and leave a trail of sparks wherever we go.We have the final.That’s the plan—your rhythm, my colors, and the subway turning into our stage. Let’s spin the magic and leave a trail of sparks wherever we go.