I don’t think it had lyric, even so, I sort of remember lyrics. Words and feeling I related to that song, I had even forgotten the name, but I kept thinking of a tree and of a piece of red fabric, a blue background, and people who I knew. It was a strange rhythm of percussions at the end that made me doubt of the legal origin of such song, and immediately after the taciturn change, some voices, (lyric-less too) would start speaking, with a language I understood in a strange way to. Repetitive tones formed a synchronic beat with my typing and when the “woow” arose, my fingers gained a completely different speed and feeling, a more euphoric one is a certain sense.
I didn’t like this music for a long time, but now, it was kind of contagious.