So I'll follow the wind 
where it leads me today 
through the valley of silence 
I'll make my own home way 
and when the day is done and the sun sinks low 
I'll listen to the whispers and let my soul go

So I'll follow the wind where it leads me today 
through the valley of silence 
I'll make my own way 
and when the day is 
done and the sun sinks slow 
I'll listen to the whispers and let my soul go

So I'll follow the wind where it leads me today 
through the valley of silence 
I'll make my own way. 


I'll follow the wind

Fazrin Sali - Asbe Zakhmi

I go to a fair to buy better rags
And I have the gold in my hand,
The slender man stretches beside me,
And links his arm in mine. 
Soon after that I am tipsy,
I don't care if I'm worn and cold,
Gone is the gold and with it the memory
of seven months without a coat,
and winters crushing hold.

He's slim, dark and handsome,
cunning, well-read, and cool as the snow,
I groaned in pain and I sunk,
in a doorway so damp.
I'd go to Moher or Dún Briste,
and leap from the cliffs,
I can work for him no more,
If only I could be away one a day.

The Banshee Aibell met us,
On the way I needed to go;
She said if the slim black boy would comply
That a hundred men would lock him up in a tower.
The slender man spoke sharply to her,
He said that his friend would not abandon him,
That he walked Ireland through woods and fields
With his company of wastrels raggedly following him.

The Slender Man 🕴☾ ｡⋆ ⊹₊

The Moody Blues - Melancholy Man (Baris Cover)

پژمرده پی بهار خویشم
افسرده ز بدبیار خویشم

با هیچکسم میل سخن نیست
هم‌سفره و هم‌قطار خویشم

در آینه، موّاجم و مغشوش
هر آینه بی‌قرار خویشم

از پنجره بنگرم به حسرت
آن لحظه که رهگذار خویشم

هر در که زند کسی، بخیزم
عمری‌ست در انتظار خویشم

آن باده‌‌ی نابم که نخوردم
آنم که همی خمار خویشم

کو زخم که بر تن ننشاندم؟
گلکار، به لاله‌زار خویشم

با تیشه به ریشه گفته بودم
من دشمن شاخسار خویشم

صد تیر زدم به صید لاغر
افسوس که خود شکار خویشم

در کشتن خود، تعللم نیست
در فاجعه، دستیار خویشم

دریای تلاطمم که – هیهات
مغروق، کنون، کنار خویشم

بر کشتهٔ خود، برقصم از شور
با قهقهه، سوگوار خویشم

Sorrowing Old Man (At Eternity's Gate) by Vincent van Gogh
آهنگسازی و آواز با هوش مصنوعی + دستورهای من
ترانه هم که از خودم

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ah, elu kõik üks külakuhja allegri
all sa lämbud, ülal tõused taevani
pesunööril siidisärk ja trussiki
korraks kokku kortsutab meid tuuleiil

me ei ole muinasloos
kuivand koos

ta akna all on alles kastene
kui ma
kui mina juba kuivand

ei naeratanud muinasloos
ei, me ei ole kuivand koos

elu kõik üks alleaa ja allegri
pesunööril siidisärk ja trussiki

Ta akna all

A tranquil journey through sacred soundscapes, "Sacred Whispers" blends ambient textures and meditative tones into a gently immersive dreamstate.

Sacred Whispers

Rippling Waters in Four Parts

E. Grinko - Вальс

I lied, I'm not happy

Russian Roulette (Jack Savoretti Cover) by Hessam Bahmani & Saeed SheikhAmiri

Single

Russian Roulette (Live)

Butterfly Division and friends.
We (Carla & Paul) make music for over many years.  We have our own home-studio and create a lot of music. In the early nineties we were called 'hometapers' we recorded our music on a Kawai 8-track recorder and made a lot of cassettes. On occasion we played live, but we don't wanna be corrupted by producers and labels. We stay independent.
Started with experimental rock, but also EDM, singersongwriter productions.  "The real gift of music is how many lives you can positively impact"  Enjoy our music!
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