ZEROMAX - Bajo La Luna Original Mix

Hallelujah.
Hallelujah.
Step into the shadow where the silver moonlight falls,
Vibrated so heavy through these ancient urban walls.
The major tries to dictate how the ordinary dream,
But we are drifting higher on a cinematic stream.
Every single baseline that is hidden through the dark—
It’s catching the reflection of a bright electric spark.
One path, one rhythm under the electric dome,
Finding in the midnight zone a temporary home.
I used to look around and feel the pressure of the crowd,
Anxious with the voices that were a little bit too loud.
But now the stat settles and the vision is so clean,
Living in a sanctuary—heavy and serene.
Launa.
Final crack of breathing while the filter cords ignite,
Captain a specific shadow through the velvet night.
No more asking for permissions just to make them move,
We are locking focus on this atmosphere groove.
This base is an anchor keeping energy alive,
Fueling up the master track to make the project thrive.
One vibe, one pulse—keeping up the contrast high,
Watching all the imitation slowly fade and die.
Now the copycats are training to decipher our code,
But they can never follow this independent road.
Maybe every quiet year we spent inside the shade
Was a perfect training for the progress we have made.
Bahala Luna.
La.