The wind...
The water...
The fire...
The sun...
The wind...
The water...
The fire...
The sun...
This is the summer of hardstyle.
This is the summer of hardstyle.
Whitness nature,
as a foundation of a track.
here we go.
This is the summer of hardstyle.
Whitness nature,
as a foundation of a track.
When a white beam of light breaks trough
the atmosfear and warms the earth,
She performs a symphonie of noise,
and low bass frequencies.
Overtaking and changing the land.
The wind is a screech that is screeming out loud.
The water is a bass and be handled with caution.
The lead is like a fire that can not be put out.
The sun is a distortion.
Here we go.
This is the summer of hardstyle

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