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Fourty seven
Hip-Hop/Rap
Fourty seven was released on February 1, 2026 by MeloMak Records as a part of the album Fourty seven - Single
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Release DateFebruary 1, 2026
LabelMeloMak Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MeloMak Records
MeloMak Records
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vadym Demchenko
Vadym Demchenko
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MeloMak Records
MeloMak Records
Producer

Lyrics

Forty‑seven on the skyline, written where the stars align,
A number born of silver, fire, memory and design.
From ronin in the shadows to a code in future wars,
It echoes through the ages like a knock on hidden doors.
Forty‑seven in the circuits, in the stories that we tell,
A signal in the chaos where the random starts to swell.
Some say it's just a pattern, some say it's a sign we missed,
But every time it surfaces, it feels like fate insists.
Forty‑seven — is it myth or revelation?
A quiet pulse beneath the noise of every nation.
A mirror held to everything we're fearing,
A cipher only visible to those who keep on hearing.
Forty‑seven — is it chance or is it choice?
A whisper rising louder than a leader's voice.
A question carved in steel and in our history,
Forty‑seven — the number and the mystery.
Forty‑seven on the metal, carved in fire, born in war,
A number turned to legend on a weapon millions bore.
From deserts into jungles, from rebellions to regimes,
It traveled with the shadows and rewrote a thousand dreams.
Forty‑seven on the headlines, in the stories of our time,
A symbol of the choices standing on a fragile line.
Some carry it for freedom, some to tighten up control,
But every hand that holds it feels the weight upon the soul.
Forty‑seven on the ballot, like a whisper of the dawn,
A turning of the cycle when the old world's nearly gone.
A number on the threshold where the future starts to breathe,
A question for the ages — what we're ready to believe.
Forty‑seven — is it myth or revelation?
A quiet pulse beneath the noise of every nation.
A mirror held to everything we're fearing,
A cipher only visible to those who keep on hearing.
Forty‑seven — is it chance or is it choice?
A whisper rising louder than a leader's voice.
A shadow cast by history upon our skin,
Forty‑seven — the number where the truths begin.
Written by: Vadym Demchenko
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