Brazilian Singer-songwriters Yvy Maraey and Amanda Coronha Create Magic with “You”
Drifting into the soundscape of the track "You" is akin to alighting upon a moon-drenched samba that renders time as ephemeral as a drop of dew and all but points a finger at you to come dance with it. Yvy Maraey’s partnership with Amanda Coronha crafts a sublime fabric of retro soul and R&B that feels relaxing yet wildly sexy. Indeed, Coronha’s vocals are silken strands sewing through lush instrumentation, her bilingual delivery adding notes of depth and intrigue.
The song is a melting pot of cultures and genres, mixing relaxed neo-soul grooves with the peppy rhythms of Rio de Janeiro. It’s a musical caipirinha — it’s fresh, intoxicating and Latin-flecked, metaphorically speaking. The chemistry between the artists is akin to the play of shadows and light, each artist complementing the other's nuances with effortless chemistry. This track isn’t something that just plays — it’s whispers of secrets, inciting an invitation to lean in closer. You may think of it as a flirtatious set of creeps and index-out-inset conversations set to sound-based play — modern romance if ever it was, but also rather classic.
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