El Nino Feat. Miru - — Marea Moarta (prod.spectru)

In this neighborhood, "Marea Moartă" wasn't a place on a map; it was a state of mind. It was where you went when the weight of the streets became too heavy to carry. "You’re still looking for pearls in the mud, aren't you?"

The voice was soft, cutting through the silence like silk. It was Miru. She didn't look at him; she looked at the horizon where the black water met the gray sky. She represented the soul of the city—the part that still sang even when it was grieving. El Nino feat. Miru - Marea Moarta (Prod.Spectru)

"Let it pull us under," Doru muttered, a grim smile touching his lips as the first drops of rain began to fall. "As long as we come up breathing." In this neighborhood, "Marea Moartă" wasn't a place

Doru—El Nino to the guys on the block—shook his head. "I'm just looking for a way to stay afloat. Spectru says the beat of this city is changing. It's getting colder. Harder to breathe." It was Miru