In the golden winds of Khorasan,
a woman whispers to the desert —
a timeless poem about love, beauty, and the mystery of her beloved’s hair.

“Zolfaye Yarom Bi Nazire”
(My lover’s hair has no equal)
is an ancient folk verse from the Khorasan region of Persia, passed down through generations in songs and memories.

In this modern reimagining, the spirit of old Persian poetry meets the pulse of melodic house and ethnic electronic textures.
The result is a journey through sound and sand — where tradition breathes within rhythm, and every breeze carries a story of love untold.

May this piece remind us that some feelings never fade — they only find new sounds.

Zolfaye Yarom Bi Nazire — A Khorasan Folk Poem Reborn | Ethnic Melodic House by Algorithm

A melodic house reinterpretation of the traditional Persian folk song “Gol-e Pamchal” from Gilan, the lush northern region of Iran by the Caspian Sea.
This track fuses ancient Gilaki melodies with modern electronic emotion — deep bass, organic percussion, atmospheric plucks, and a soulful female vocal echoing through misty green mountains and tea fields.

🎶 Original Persian Lyric:
گُلِ پامِچال، گُلِ پامِچال، بِیرون بِیا، بِیرون بِیا
فَصلِ بِهاره، عَزیز، مَوقِعِ کاره
شُکوفانه، شُکوفانه، غُنجِه وا شُده، غُنجِه وا شُده
بُلبُل سَر داره، عَزیز، مَوقِعِ کاره

بِیا بِریم، نَغمه بِخوانیم، دانِه بِنشانیم، مَوقِعِ کاره
بِیا بِریم، نَغمه بِخوانیم، دانِه بِنشانیم، فَصلِ بِهاره

🌿 English Translation (poetic meaning):
Gol Pamchal, spring flower — come out, come out,
The spring has come, my dear, it’s time to work and bloom.
The buds are open, blossoms awaken,
The nightingale sings — my dear, it’s time to grow.

Come, let’s sing together, let’s sow the seeds of life,
Come, let’s sing together — the spring has arrived.

Gol-e Pamchal — Melodic House from Gilan, Iran | Algorithm AI Fusion

Hidden within the rugged mountains of southwestern Iran lies the land of the Bakhtiari — a proud and ancient tribe whose roots stretch across the Zagros highlands, between Khuzestan and Chaharmahal va Bakhtiari.
Their songs are not merely melodies; they are living memories — stories of migration, longing, love, and resistance. Each word echoes through valleys once crossed by nomads carrying the weight of centuries on their backs.

“Mo Gharive i Velatom” is one of those timeless laments — a song of the homeland, born from separation and yearning.
In this reimagined version, Algorhythm Music breathes new life into a voice from the past, blending Bakhtiari folk spirit with melodic ethnic house textures, where deep bass and ambient desert winds meet ancient sorrow.

📜 Original Poem (in Bakhtiari dialect)

مُوغَریوِ ای وِلاتُم
مُوغَریوِ ای وِلاتُم
هر چِه اَمداد ایزَنُم
هر چِه اَمداد ایزَنُم
نیرَسِه بِه جایی
آخی آخی

🌿 English Literary Translation (adapted to meaning)

I am a stranger in my own land,
No matter how I sob, I reach nowhere.
Ah... alas, ah... alas.

or a more poetic, flowing variant:

In this land I am but a humble soul,
Though I cry my heart out, I find no path ahead.
Alas… alas…

A simple verse, yet it carries the sorrow of exile, the humility of struggle, and the deep bond of a people with their soil.
It is not a cry of defeat — it is a whisper of endurance from those who have walked the mountains for centuries.

Let the wind of the Zagros carry this voice once again — where old songs meet new sound.

Mo Gharive i Velatom — A Bakhtiari Tale | Melodic Ethnic House by Algorhythm Music

A melodic house reinterpretation of the traditional Laz folk chant “Hey Amo”, born in the misty Black Sea mountains of northeastern Turkey and Georgia.
This piece fuses ancient Laz rhythms with modern electronic emotion — deep basslines, wooden percussions, ethnic flutes, and an expressive female vocal echoing across the highlands.

🎶 Original Laz Lyric:
He he heyamo
Yamo hemo he yamo
He yamoli he yamo

He he heyamo
Dadis ugun noderi, dadis ugun noderi

He he heyamo
Dopxaskat do vigzalat, dopxaskat do vigzalat

🌿 English Poetic Translation:
Hey Amo, oh hey Amo —
Echo of the mountains, call of the valleys.
Hey Amo, my dear, the sun has risen,
The day begins, voices awaken.

Hey Amo, oh hey Amo —
Let’s go down to the river and the station,
Where journeys start, where hearts remember.

Hey Amo — Melodic House from Laz Mountains | Algorithm AI Fusion

Once upon a melody — a voice that touched the heart of a nation.
In 1981, Barış Manço sang Gül Pembe, a farewell wrapped in poetry —
a story of loss, love, and the beauty that fades with time.

This remix brings that emotion to today’s dance floor —
where memory meets rhythm,
and nostalgia breathes through every beat.
It’s not a remake — it’s a thank you.
A tribute to the legend who taught us that songs can live forever. 🌹

✨ Original song by Barış Manço (1981).
This is a melodic house tribute version.
All rights belong to their respective owners —
no copyright infringement intended.

📜 Original Lyrics (Turkish):
Sen gülünce güller açar, gülpembe
Bülbüller seni söyler, biz dinlerdik, gülpembe
Sen gelince bahar gelir, gülpembe
Dereler seni çağlar, sevinirdik, gülpembe
Güz yağmurlarıyla bir gün göçtün gittin
İnanamadık, gülpembe
Bizim iller sessiz
Bizim iller sensiz
Olamadı, gülpembe

🌿 English Translation:
When you smiled, the roses bloomed, Gülpembe
The nightingales sang of you, and we would listen, Gülpembe
When you came, spring arrived, Gülpembe
The rivers called your name, and we rejoiced, Gülpembe
One day, you left with the autumn rains
We couldn’t believe it, Gülpembe
Our lands fell silent
Our lands, without you,
Could not be the same, Gülpembe


Gül Pembe — Melodic House Tribute to Barış Manço | Algorhythm Music

From the land where poetry breathes through the wind and mountains echo with song —
Azerbaijan, a crossroads of the Caucasus, where Turkic melodies, Persian poetry, and Eastern soul meet.
Here, music is not merely heard — it is felt, whispered through the strings of the tar, the cry of the kamancha, and the heartbeat of the daf.

“Azerbayjan Maralı” — The Gazelle of Azerbaijan — is a reimagining of an ancient folk verse,
where longing and beauty dance within the same breath.
Through this melodic house interpretation, Algorhythm Music carries that timeless spirit into a modern realm —
where electronic rhythm meets ancestral poetry.

📜 Original Verse

Ay qız gəzmə aralı,
Könlüm səndən yaralı.
Gözlərinə heyranam,
Azərbaycan maralı.

🌿 English Literary Translation

O girl, don’t wander far away,
My heart is wounded because of you.
I’m lost within your eyes,
Gazelle of Azerbaijan.

A love song of distance, desire, and devotion —
its heart still beats through time, now reborn with the pulse of electronic soul.


Let the wind of Azerbaijan carry this melody once again.


Azerbaycan Maralı — Melodic House Rebirth of an Azerbaijani Folk Poem | Algorhythm Music

From the soul of the Caucasus — where longing becomes melody and every mountain whispers a tale of love.
“Getmə Getmə Gəl” is a reawakening of one of Azerbaijan’s most heartfelt folk songs —
a man’s quiet plea for his beloved not to leave, carried by the wind between valleys and centuries.

Through this melodic deep house reinterpretation,
Algorhythm Music revives the timeless ache of Azeri poetry —
where electronic rhythm meets ancestral emotion, and every beat echoes the word “getmə” — “don’t go.”


📜 Original Verse

Gözlərin aldı məni, kəməndə saldı məni
Getmə getmə gəl gözəl yar, getmə getmə gəl
Amandır qoymayın, yar gözdən saldı məni
Getmə getmə gəl gözəl yar, getmə getmə gəl

Chorus
Qurbanam qaş-gözünə, nazla baxan han gözünə yar
Qurbanam qaş-gözünə, nazla baxan han gözünə yar
Yenə sürmə çəkibsən evlər yıxan gözünə yar
Getmə getmə gəl...


🌿 English Literary Translation
Verse:
Your eyes captured me, threw their lasso and bound my soul.
Don’t go, don’t go, my beautiful beloved, don’t go, don’t go.
Oh, don’t let her slip away — she’s stolen my gaze, my heart.
Don’t go, don’t go, my beautiful beloved, don’t go, don’t go.

Chorus:
I’d give my life for your brows and eyes,
for the glance that plays with gentle pride.
Again you’ve lined your eyes with kohl —
eyes that destroy hearts and homes alike.
Don’t go, don’t go, come back, my love…

Let the voice of Azerbaijan echo once more —
softly, endlessly, through the rhythm of the heart.


Getmə Getmə Gəl — Melodic House Rebirth of an Azerbaijani Folk Song | Algorhythm Music

From the sacred heart of the Caucasus, where mountains rise like prayers and valleys echo with ancient harmony —
Georgia sings in polyphony, voices entwined through centuries of devotion and celebration.
This is a land where sound itself becomes spirit; where every note is a blessing, and every harmony a prayer.

“Mravalzhamieri” — meaning “Many Years to You” — is one of Georgia’s most timeless folk hymns.
Once sung in stone churches and village feasts, it now finds new life in the rhythm of electronic soul.
Through this melodic ethnic house rebirth, Algorhythm Music bridges sacred tradition and modern resonance —
honoring the breath of the ancestors in every beat.

📜 Original Lyrics (ქართული / Georgian)

მრავალჟამიერო, მრავალჟამიერო,
მრავალჟამიერო, უფალო შეგვიწყალენ,
მრავალჟამიერო, მრავალჟამიერო,
უფალო შეგვიწყალენ.

🌿 English Literary Translation

Many years, many blessings,
Lord, have mercy upon us.
Endless time, eternal song,
May grace be upon our souls.

A hymn of endurance and light — reborn through rhythm,
where the voices of the past dance with the pulse of now.

Let the eternal echo of Georgia live again —
through sound, light, and rhythm.

Mravalzhamieri — Melodic Ethnic House Rebirth of a Georgian Folk Hymn | Algorhythm Music

From the shores of the Aegean — where myth and melody become one.
“Misirlou”, the timeless song of forbidden love and destiny, reborn through a modern melodic house interpretation.
In this piece, the ancient spirit of the Mediterranean dances again —
the sound of bouzouki, oud, and sea wind blending into an eternal rhythm of passion.

A tribute to all stories whispered by the waves —
to love that burns like the sun, and vanishes like the horizon.

📜 Lyrics (Transliteration)

Verse 1:
Misirlou mou i glikia,
ta mavra sou ta matia,
floges mou anapsane
mesa stin kardia.

Chorus:
Ah, na se paro, Misirlou mou, na se haro,
ma de boro, pikri einai i moira mou,
ooo ooo ooo ooo... Misirlou mou... ooo ooo...

Verse 2:
Ah, Misirlou mou, mikri, glikia,
sta filia sou kaiei i kardia,
gia sena tha ginoume Arapis,
gia ta dika sou ta glika hilia.

Chorus (repeat):
Ah, na se paro, Misirlou mou, na se haro,
ma de boro, pikri einai i moira mou,
ooo ooo ooo ooo... Misirlou mou... ooo ooo...

🌿 English Translation

Verse 1:
My sweet Misirlou,
Your dark eyes
Have lit a fire
Deep within my heart.

Chorus:
Ah, to take you, my Misirlou, to rejoice in you,
But I cannot — my fate is bitter.
Ooo ooo ooo... Misirlou... ooo ooo...

Verse 2:
Ah, my little sweet Misirlou,
My heart burns in your kisses.
For you I’d become an Arab,
Just for your sweet lips.

Chorus (repeat):
Ah, to take you, my Misirlou, to rejoice in you,
But I cannot — my fate is bitter.
Ooo ooo ooo... Misirlou... ooo ooo...

Let the sea breathe with the music. 🌅

Misirlou — Greek Ethnic House Rebirth | Algorhythm Music

From the endless golden steppe of Kazakhstan, where the wind carries the rhythm of the horse’s heart —
comes “Kara Zhorga”, the black stallion’s dance.
A timeless folk melody reborn through electronic soul.

In the ancient Kazakh tradition, “Kara Zhorga” is more than a song — it is a ritual of motion,
a dance where man, horse, and nature move as one.
This reimagined version fuses the tribal energy of the steppe with the pulse of melodic ethnic house,
blending dombra, kobyz, and deep electronic textures into a hypnotic groove.

Let the rhythm gallop through your veins —
feel the spirit of the Kazakh wind.

📜 Original Folk Verse:
Kara zhorga, kara zhorga,
Bilegende kara zhorga,
Attıñ özi iïledi —
Atın ruhu ritme döner.

🌿 English Literary Translation:
Black stallion, black stallion,
Graceful when you dance, black stallion.
Even the horse itself bows low,
Moving with the rhythm’s flow.

Let the wind of the steppe carry this melody once again.

Kara Zhorga — Melodic House Rebirth of a Kazakh Folk Dance | Algorhythm Music

A voice born from longing — Ashvan’s “Delam Tange” is a confession of a restless heart.
In this melodic house reinterpretation, emotional Persian poetry blends with warm deep-house textures, subtle pads, and a pulsating rhythmic drive.

A remix where nostalgia becomes movement —
and heartbreak becomes atmosphere.

📜 Original Lyrics (Full – Farsi)

من دلم تنگه و بیماره و بی‌تابه برات
تو کجایی؟ دلِ من تنگه واسه خندیدنات
تو کجایی؟ آرزوهامون شده نقش بر آب
حواست باشه کشیدنِ آدما نقشه برات

تو که می‌دونی من
حالم بده، چطوری آرومی؟
تو دیگه منو عذابم نده با اینکه می‌تونی

نمیشدی یه شب از من جدا
حالا می‌بیننت هر شب کجا
دلِ من واست تنگه‌شدا

🌿 English Literary Translation (Full)

My heart aches — sick and restless for you.
Where are you? My heart longs for your laughter.
Where are you? Our dreams have dissolved like ink on water.
Be careful — turning people into drawings might backfire on you.

You know me well…
My heart is hurting — how can you be calm?
Don’t torture me anymore, even though you know you can.

You once couldn’t spend a single night away from me.
Now they see you somewhere else every night.
My heart still aches only for you.

Let the beat breathe where the words ache.
Let the longing turn into sound.

Ashvan – Delam Tange (Melodic House Remix) | Algorhythm Music

Algorhythm is a global art & music project where AI meets human emotion.
We reimagine ancient folk songs, poems, and cultural sounds from around the world — transforming them into modern electronic and melodic forms.

Each piece is a dialogue between tradition and technology, between memory and rhythm.
Through the fusion of AI-generated composition, visual storytelling, and sound design, Algorhythm brings forgotten voices into a new era.

🌍 Global roots. Digital soul.
🎧 Where heritage becomes frequency.

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