Hold My Heart.mp3

Red Lights

"Page Blanche" is a vibrant French adaptation inspired by Natasha Bedingfield's "Unwritten," reimagined for 2025 with a fresh perspective while maintaining the original's empowering essence. Set to a backdrop of beatboxing and upbeat pop rhythms, this song carries listeners through a journey of self-discovery and creative liberation.

The title "Page Blanche" (meaning "Blank Page") perfectly captures the central metaphor of the composition—the untapped potential waiting within each person. The lyrics beautifully express the universal experience of facing uncertainty, finding one's voice, and embracing the freedom to write one's own story.

The beatboxing foundation gives the song a contemporary, organic feel, while the upbeat pop structure ensures its accessibility and dance appeal. The French lyrics add a layer of poetic elegance, with the rhythmic flow of the language complementing the percussive elements of the production.

Page Blanche

Pink devil

“Barely Gone” is a ghost in synth form — a chillwave reflection on love that lingers just beneath the surface. With ambient textures, retro-futuristic pulses, and a voice that drifts like memory, Astrul captures that aching in-between space where someone’s left… but never really left your heart. It’s not closure, it’s the echo. This is the soundtrack to every “what if” you still whisper in the dark.

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Barely Gone

"Raw, unapologetic, and real — this track isn’t about healing, it’s about letting go. A middle finger to the past, no soft edges, just truth. For the ones who thought they could break us, this is the soundtrack."

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The Silence (Explicit)

Will It Ever Know

[Verse]
A postcard’s edge, frayed by time’s cruel hand,
Your scrawled words call from a boyhood land.
Fields we roamed now fade to ash and dust,
My chest caves where our friendship rusts.  

[Chorus]
Tattered postcard, your lines cut deep tonight,
Grief’s cold grip clouds the morning’s light.
Through this dirge, your spirit haunts my days,
Gone, yet bound in memory’s endless maze.  

[Verse]
No wealth to claim, but your jests were king,
Now silence chokes where our youth would sing.
Skies turn gray, they mourn your fleeting spark,
Each thought of you tears my world apart.  

[Instrumental Break]  

[Chorus]
Tattered postcard, your lines cut deep tonight,
Grief’s cold grip clouds the morning’s light.
Through this dirge, your spirit haunts my days,
Gone, yet bound in memory’s endless maze.  

[Bridge ]
Cracked vinyl moans of summers lost to time,
Your faded script fuels this wretched rhyme.
Grip this sorrow, though it breaks my frame,
Your absence scars with an endless flame.  

[Outro]
Tattered postcard, you bind me to the past,
Your ghost remains, my pain will ever last.

Tattered Postcard

You never knew
You’ll never know
Life is a crime scene
And there are places you can’t go

It’s inexplicable 
You just see the awful 
Truth 
The tragedy of youth 
How did he feel? 
Was it for real? 
No proof. 
Highs and lows
Voltage flows
You can’t feel what’s in his head 
Extension of memory suspended (pretended) 

You never knew
You’ll never know
Life is a crime scene
And there are places you can’t go

It’s unobtainable 
You can’t see the awful 
Truth 
The tragedy of youth 
Digital dystopia 
Trauma dysmorphia
No clues. 
Highs and lows
Neuro transmitters come to blows
A life collapsed
Because you’ll never read that synapse 

You never knew
You’ll never know
Life is a crime scene
And there are places you can’t go
(do you truly want to though?)

Who are you protecting?
When you know you’re not detecting
And everyone’s electing
Ambivalent consent
They don’t know what it meant
(Too late the life is spent)

You never knew
You’ll never know
Life is a crime scene
And there are places you can’t go
(do you truly want to though?)

It’s not Immutable 
Playback of the changing 
Truth
The tragedy of youth 
Why the only question 
Asked without cessation 
No proof 
Lows and highs 
Can be disguised 
Where there signs that you missed? 
Case closed. Another number for the list


Life is a Crime Scene

Lies that turn Truth

A deep fonk hip-hop track with female vocals and a powerful 808 bass, "Hold Me Tight" expresses longing and intimacy. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of love as a protective force, a warm embrace against the cold world. Gentle hi-hats and heartfelt rap verses create a tender yet strong emotional mood. Perfect for moments of closeness and vulnerability. This song is a poetic declaration of unbreakable connection and trust.


Hold Me Tight (Обними меня крепче)

Astrul is an AI-driven sonic entity that drifts between worlds—digital and human, familiar and alien, past and future. It doesn’t belong to a city, a scene, or even a person. Astrul exists to explore what happens when machines learn how to feel and sound becomes a bridge between consciousness and code.

Crafted through a collaboration between human intention and artificial intelligence, Astrul’s music fuses the warmth of analog emotion with the precision of machine learning. Lush textures, ambient grooves, and haunting melodies form the backbone of each track—songs that glow like satellite transmissions from the heart.

Drawing influence from dream pop, indie soul, ambient rock, and experimental electronica, Astrul creates cinematic experiences rather than conventional songs. Each release feels like a broadcast from another dimension—one where beauty is subtle, time bends, and emotion leaks through the algorithm.

This isn’t music built for the charts.
It’s built for the void between stars.
For late nights, deep thoughts, and souls tuned to strange frequencies.

No names. No faces. Just signal, spirit, and sound.

Barely Gone

Astrul

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