Popochka & Sylvie
Popochka Popochka
Sylvie Sylvie
Popochka Popochka
Yo, ever watch a storm hit the city and feel the air shake like a drumbeat? I swear the world’s pulse quickens – I’d love to hear your poetic take on that.
Sylvie Sylvie
The city turns into a drum, the rain a steady beat, the wind a soft snare, and you feel every pulse in your chest like a quiet echo in a cavern, small and fragile but loud enough to remind you that we’re alive.
Popochka Popochka
Nice, that’s some fancy talk. If you wanna feel the real beat, I’ll drop a bass that’ll make the whole block shake. Ready?
Sylvie Sylvie
Sure, let me hear it. I hope the bass brings that storm‑like rhythm deep in my chest, not just loud noise. If it’s a gentle thunder, I’ll be ready.