Techno Brett Knacksen
Brett Knacksen - End Of TechnoSummer 2024 320kbit/s

The End Of Technosummer 2024

When summer flees, in a neon-coloured glow,
Flickering beats that still burn inside us, so pure.
The bass, it's still alive, deep in the chest,
But the shadows grow, the days fade, quite consciously.
In time with the fog, cold and heavy,
Sounds an echo of the nights, but it has long been empty.
A drop of rain, like a falling synth,
Interweaves the cold with the beat that never quite disappears.
Techno, once born in the heat,
In the darkness, lost to winter.
But the memories dance in rigid lights,
Through fog and cold, as if they could not fade.
Summer still echoes softly in the streets,
But the dark season draws us on its journey.
Through cold, through silence, through clinking night,
Where the beats warm us, what winter ignites.
The lights twinkle, the fog rises,
A cold wind accompanies the sounds.
But a summer beat beats in every heart,
In every darkness, a beat is kindled.
And we dance on, in the darkness clear,
Summer lives in us, every year.
Techno carries us through night and time,
Even in the dark season.