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Divooneh poobon ft parsalip covered by dona & shun

Del | دل

Seper - Ashkaye Abi 🦋💙

Raze Penhoon

Delam Barat Tang Mishe

Vocal: El Armin 
Guitars: El Armin & Samyar 
Keys: Koosha Hakimi 
Cajon: Samyar 
Label: El Label
Mix&Master: Shayan Gorji
Cover Art: Yekttaah

Konar (Unplugged)

Yasin Torki - Nemidoonam (HEX Remix)

I write all the melodies myself.
Arrangement by artificial intelligence.

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Ghesmatemoun Ine

No Witness but the Day.wav

where we began, where we end is an album about a love that was real, consuming, and never meant to survive the world it existed in.

This record tells the story of a relationship that lived outside the lines. Not reckless. Not casual. But something that formed quietly in stolen time, shared routines, and a depth of connection that felt stronger because it had nowhere safe to exist. A bond built in the margins. In parking lots, late nights, borrowed hours. In spaces where everything feels more intense because it has to remain hidden.

The songs trace the arc from ignition to erosion. The rush of being seen in a way you hadn’t been before. The intimacy that grows when two people choose each other privately, even as the outside world insists they shouldn’t. What begins as warmth and certainty slowly bends under pressure, unspoken rules, looming consequences, the constant awareness of expectations that never needed to be spoken aloud.

This album isn’t about choosing different futures. It’s about being denied the chance to choose at all. About loving someone fully while knowing the life you’re building together exists on borrowed time. About staying longer than you should in something fragile because it feels truer than anything else you’ve known.

There’s no moralizing here. No defense. Just honesty. The ache doesn’t come from deception, but from inevitability. From watching something genuine collapse under the weight of obligation, reputation, and rules that leave no room for human connection.

Musically, the album mirrors that tension. Intimate, restrained, and deliberate. Songs breathe and circle rather than resolve, reflecting a relationship that kept looping back on itself, never allowed to move forward. Silence matters as much as sound. Repetition becomes confession. Nothing rushes toward closure because closure was never an option.

By the end, there’s no catharsis. Just recognition. The understanding that some loves don’t fail because they weren’t strong enough, but because the world had no place for them to exist.

where we began, where we end is not an argument.
It’s a record of something real that happened in the shadows.
A document of what it feels like to build something meaningful in a space that was never meant to hold it, and to live with the quiet aftermath of letting it go.

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Alex Oikashvili

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