Vanny Vabiola Love Story.mp3

QUAND LE SOLEIL

Couplet 1 :

Je me lève, le matin m’appelle,
Le soleil brille, c'est un arc-en-ciel,
Rayonnant, je sors de chez moi,
Le monde sourit, et je danse déjà.

Refrain :

Le soleil brille, brille de mille feux,
Je suis un feu d’artifice, heureux et radieux,
Je chante, je ris, la vie est belle,
Le soleil brille, je suis éternel.

Couplet 2 :

Je salue mes voisins, amis de toujours,
Mon sourire éclatant illumine le jour,
D’un pas à la Gene Kelly, je m’en vais,
Danser de bonheur, rien ne peut m’arrêter.

Refrain :

Le soleil brille, brille de mille feux,
Je suis un feu d’artifice, heureux et radieux,
Je chante, je ris, la vie est belle,
Le soleil brille, je suis éternel.

Pont :

Les nuages s’effacent, le ciel est clair,
La musique résonne, l’amour est dans l’air,
Tous ensemble, on chante à l’unisson,
Le soleil nous guide, vive la belle saison.

Refrain :

Le soleil brille, brille de mille feux,
Je suis un feu d’artifice, heureux et radieux,
Je chante, je ris, la vie est belle,
Le soleil brille, je suis éternel.

Outro :

Le soleil brille, et je danse encore,
Chaque jour est une fête, un trésor,
Le soleil brille, brille sans fin,
Je suis rayonnant, je me sens bien.

QUAND LE SOLEIL  (Feat. Esther Léger)                        (French Pop)

Our trip was a brink of maybe...
Treebark Hearts by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
some hearts aren’t meant to end”—
as  we became both ...wound ...and ...mend...
we traveled light, with stories wide
still strong enough to paddle pride
a canoe through lakes of tender blue
your hand was map, my trust the crew
and laughter found us, soft and real—
in every scar that time could heal
we were the wonder, we were the flame
we wore each season like a second name
and though your road took different stars to chase
i still know where you are in this grace
and where the echo still knows my voice…
you’re the quiet in my every choice
we welcomed strangers like old kin
offering faith to walk within
you painted skies with question marks
i wrote my truths in treebark hearts
but when we left, we left no “why”—
just stars that blinked like a soft goodbye
we were the wonder, we were the flame
we sang through storms and gave hope names
and though your silhouette has long since flown
i still see you in places we once called home
and when the silence leans in close…
you’re the voice that I trust the most
 I still walk it most every day
just in case the wind has something to say
i see your laugh in water’s bend
feel your echo like an old best friend
and though you’ve moved beyond the frame—
i carry that time like it knows my name
 though the time rewrote our chart
i still find you in my fading heart
 when the dusk curls into prose—
you’re  the echo  my love still knows
we spoke last
on the darkest wave
and somehow... both ...were ...gently... saved...
(gently saved )..gently ..saved..( gently saved)


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Treebark Hearts  by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

The tide is a whisper a secret it keeps
A mirror of heavens where the old sea sleeps
I cast my shadow on the edge of the deep...

Mariner’s Dawn

Chaque morceau est une pièce d’un labyrinthe intérieur, chaque personnage un masque tombé dans le puits. L’Âne Flûte n’est pas un autre. Ni le corbeau. Ni le roi des rats. Tous parlent d’un même lieu, d’un même cœur fendu par les années, par le doute, par l’épuisement d’être. Ce projet est le récit d’un seul être qui s’est éparpillé pour mieux se rassembler.

Il a fallu deux années pour oser cette traversée. Deux années à visiter chaque recoin de la caverne : la peur, l’égo, la honte, la colère, mais aussi la lucidité, l’éclat d’une étoile dans la nuit, les murmures d’un espoir sans nom. C’est une cartographie de l’âme, un théâtre peuplé d’ombres qui sont toutes un seul corps.

L’intelligence artificielle n’est pas une coquetterie ici, mais un choix essentiel. Elle sert à ôter la voix de l’auteur pour révéler la voix de l’œuvre. Ce n’est pas lui que l’on écoute, c’est ce que ça dit en lui, et peut-être en chacun. La musique devient alors canal, les voix des archétypes, et l’auteur, un passeur anonyme qui délègue l’incarnation pour que l’essence passe sans entrave.

C’est un opéra intérieur, un carnaval de symboles, un murmure d’enfant vieux.
Un seul être se cherche — dans mille visages.

11-Le maire de Salem

So amazing

– Comédie musicale Saint George
Saint George retrace la vie extraordinaire du chevalier Joseph Bologne, dit le chevalier de Saint-George (1745-1799). Né en Guadeloupe, fils d’un colon et d’une esclave africaine, il devient à Paris l’un des plus grands escrimeurs, un violoniste virtuose et un compositeur admiré par les cours européennes. Mais derrière la gloire se cache une lutte constante : rejeté à cause de sa couleur, empêché de diriger l’Opéra de Paris, il choisit de marcher avec le peuple lors de la Révolution française. À travers 12 chansons, la comédie musicale fait revivre son destin, de ses racines créoles jusqu’à son héritage universel.
Une fresque historique et musicale, entre violon et épée, amour et combat, silence et éternité.

Titre 10 La Légion Saint-George

Endless Sky
© 2025 Geoff French

[Verse 1]
Your hand in mine
It feels so light
Like holding onto a piece of sky
Whispered dreams that never lie

[Chorus]
And I choose you
I choose you
Through the storms
Through the blue
I choose you
I choose you

[Verse 2]
The world fades out
It's just your face
A quiet fire
A sacred place
Every heartbeat finds its space

[Prechorus]
No map
No guide
Just this tide
No need to hide
We're side by side

[Chorus]
And I choose you
I choose you
Through the storms
Through the blue
I choose you
I choose you

[Bridge]
No end
No start
Just the way we are
No falling apart
Just this steady star
We’re written deep
Like ancient scars

Endless Sky

Below

Amanda Leigh

Experience a journey through the heart of the 1950s. This collection of songs chronicles the dizzying excitement and vulnerable moments of a first romance. 

Our First Slow Dance

In the shadows of Apache Junction, at the foot of the majestic Superstition Mountains, sits a weathered hacienda. This desert oasis is home to an enigmatic figure, a songwriter whose journey reads like a long, dusty road of honky-tonk bars and college cafeterias. He wasn't chasing fame or glitter; instead, he chose the soul-crushing beauty of music for music's sake.

Years spent hunched over sticky barroom tables and scribbling lyrics on napkins earned him a reputation—not in the spotlight but in the back rooms where deals are made. He wrote melodies that found their way into the hearts of stars who had lost their own muse. He sold his creations for cash, with no recognition, but the whisper of his songs carried the weight of his soul.

Finally, he bought this piece of desert paradise—a stable income from his timeless songs allowed him to live comfortably, if anonymously. Here in this hacienda, with his family beside him and the mountains as his backdrop, he found the peace to write hits under his own name. He chuckled at the irony that now, without chasing fame, he could create music that brought him joy.

In the end, it was never about the spotlight. It was about the journey, the stories, and the songs that wrote themselves through his life. As the sun set behind the Superstitions, casting long shadows over the hacienda, he strummed his guitar and sang—content, unknown, and unburdened by the world's gaze.


Copyright 2019 Edwin H. Balder

I may be dead when fame comes but my real glory was always JULIE & The Kids. Thank you for such love

Treebark Hearts by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Edwin Balder