Shelita – a voice like silk in the wind. Velvet, warm, yet with a spark of fire. She weaves pop, R&B, and the breath of the world into a single tapestry, where every sound shimmers like a reflection on water. Her music is like rooms without doors, where time flows differently and breath becomes rhythm. She sings as if telling a dream-sometimes close, sometimes distant, sometimes a whisper in your ear, sometimes a high, almost otherworldly cry. In her voice is the celestial strangeness of Björk and the precision of Beyoncé’s strike. But this isn’t a comparison-it’s a point of reference. Shelita belongs only to herself.
“Fade” is like the last light of day, slowly seeping through the curtains. Mid-tempo. A pulsing beat. Airy synthesizers drifting between warmth and chill. And a line that cuts through the silence: “Perhaps we see each other for the last time.” It’s a song about touches that become memories in the very moment they happen. About a connection that slips away like smoke, yet still warms the heart. Subtle. Sad. Beautiful.









