Ещё одна песня, чтобы вдохновить вас — #zhminapine and welcome to the club.
Welcome to the lab where the mind sparks fire,
Creative Happens — we build, dream higher.
Ideas in the air like smoke in a cipher,
Every thought’s a jewel, no need for a lighter.
We don’t talk, we do — no bluff in our sessions,
This is where the grind meets pure obsessions.
From paint to beats, code to scripts,
We remix limits, then flip the script.
Creative Happens — that’s the motto, the move,
We don’t wait for a chance, we sculpt the groove.
From vision to motion, we shape what’s true,
We the spark, the storm, the chosen few.
Hands on the canvas, thoughts in the air,
We invent from the ground with a radical flair.
No gatekeepers here, we break all locks,
Turn blank pages to gold like alchemic shocks.
Late nights, white lights, and caffeine waves,
We design our fate, not just ride the craze.
This ain’t luck, it’s a practiced art,
Where the weird and the wild tear norms apart.
Creative Happens — that’s the motto, the move,
We don’t wait for a chance, we sculpt the groove.
From vision to motion, we shape what’s true,
We the spark, the storm, the chosen few.
It’s not “maybe one day,” it’s now and it’s raw,
We draft revolutions, we rewrite law.
One mind’s a whisper, but a squad’s a wave,
And we build with the brave who refuse to behave.
So step in the circle, bring what you got,
No fear in this room, just ideas that pop.
Creative Happens — where legends ignite,
And the future gets built every day, every night.