Clément Bindzi - It Ain't Ok

on my mind

Jane Fonda

Odyssey

Con Alguien Más

Тени в углах, где кричит тишина,
Слёзы на полу, душа пустота.
Мир под ногами, но он не мой,
Каждый шаг впереди — шаг в бой.

Где свет? Я его не вижу.
Льёт дождь, сердце стало ниже.
Крик в груди, туман на пути,
Сквозь боль пытаюсь уйти.

Зеркало треснуло, взгляд не тот,
Кто я теперь? Ответа нет.
Руки дрожат, душа горит,
В этом огне моя жизнь спит.

Часы замерли, время застыло,
Всё, что было, уже уплыло.
Душа кричит, но нету слов,
В темноте ищу любовь.

Холод в груди, тени вокруг,
Город молчит, замкнутый круг.
Где ты, спасение? Где твой свет?
Ночь забирает последний ответ.

Где свет? Я его не вижу.
Льёт дождь, сердце стало ниже.
Крик в груди, туман на пути,
Сквозь боль пытаюсь уйти.

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Translation:

Shadows in the corners where silence screams,
Tears on the floor, soul emptiness.
The world is underfoot, but it is not mine
Each step ahead is a step into the battle.

Where is the light? I don't see him.
It rains, the heart has become lower.
Screaming in the chest, fog in the way,
I try to leave through the pain.

The mirror cracked, the look is not the same
Who am I now? There is no answer.
Hands tremble, the soul burns,
In this fire, my life is sleeping.

The clock froze, time froze,
Everything that was already sailed away.
The soul shouts, but there are no words
I am looking for love in the dark.

Cold in the chest, shadows around,
The city is silent, a vicious circle.
Where are you, salvation? Where is your light?
The night takes the last answer.

Where is the light? I don't see him.
It rains, the heart has become lower.
Screaming in the chest, fog in the way,
I try to leave through the pain.

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text/music: Daimalra © 2025

Тёмный путь (Dark Path)

"Toy Sales" is an elegy for the emotionally exploited, an AI-generated requiem wrapped in human anguish. Vaelrix delivers a brutally introspective piece where grief becomes product, memory is mined for monetization, and identity fractures under the weight of spiritual debt.

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Vaelrix - Toy Sales

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“Heaven Sent” is a heartfelt love ballad that celebrates the beauty of a soul-deep connection. With poetic tenderness, the song honors a partner who feels divinely chosen — offering light, love, and life in equal measure. It’s a romantic affirmation of gratitude, capturing the essence of being loved in a way that feels destined and timeless.

Heaven Sent

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