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Sầu Tương Tư (Lofi Ver.) - Nhật Phong X Freak D

신촌을 못가(원곡)-포스트맨

Trái Tim Của Gió (Lofi Ver) - Dunghoangpham X NguyễnVănChung

Có Em Đây

Có Em Đây (Lofi Ver)

CÓ EM ĐÂY (LoFi Ver) - NHƯ VIỆT ft. Dunghoangpham

버즈 - My Love

Ngay-Mai-Em-Di-Mat-Huong-Ly-Cover

지아 - 술한잔해요

Adam Albana جرحونا برمش عين يا عين - آدم البنا

طاير يا هوا / ادم البنا

Break Every Chain (There Is Power In The Name Of JESUS)

You're Here (Francesca Battistelli)

‎⁨حلف القمر   بصوت آدم البنا⁩.mp3

주호 (Juho) - 비가 오면(When it rains)

طل الهوى بأحلى عيون - حلف القمر cover  بصوت آدم البنا

Infinite Stars (V.4)

https://open.spotify.com/track/20Go0eZckvm8NmMwNZvTtV?si=caae2a6731394308

This song is for anyone who’s ever loved in silence, carried grief, or stood by someone from a distance. It’s a quiet voice of devotion — whether you’re a parent missing your child, someone grieving a loss, or holding onto love that was never returned.
It’s not just about romantic love — it’s about any kind of deep connection that lives on even when words aren’t spoken. The song says: “I’m here. Even if you don’t see me. I’ll never let go.”
It’s a universal story — for every person who’s ever stayed strong through heartbreak, loss, or longing. A reminder that love, real love, often speaks loudest in silence.
I hope you love this as much as i do.... :)

I´m Here

Off Cameras

This is America to Me is a powerful tribute to the real heartbeat of this nation, the people. This Is America to Me honors those who rise early, fight quietly, and give endlessly to make others’ lives better. It speaks to the struggle, the sacrifice, and the silent strength behind freedom. In a time when division shouts loud, this song whispers truth and unity with fire. It’s not about politics, it’s about purpose. It’s about what America really means: liberty, dignity, and a promise worth keeping.



This Is America to Me

Lyrics inspired and interpreted by GPT of a segment of Yiannis Ritsos work "Καπνισμένο Τσουκάλι" (the smoked pot) written in 1948. Song image was automatically generated in Mid Journey using the first song verse as the prompt. Effing amazing !!! 

[Verse 1]
Ήσυχα πια μιλάμε, αδελφέ μου
με μια ματιά, όλα τα λέμε
Δεν χρειάζονται πια οι λέξεις
η καρδιά μας τα ξέρει όλα

[Verse 2]
Κι αύριο θα είμαστε πιο απλοί
θα βρούμε τα λόγια που αγγίζουν
όλες τις ψυχές, όλα τα στόματα
σαν φως που όλους τους ενώνει

[Pre-Chorus]
Κάτι μέσα μας αλλάζει σιγά
σαν ανάσα που γίνεται φωτιά

[Chorus]
Τα σύκα θα είναι σύκα
η σκάφη θα λέγεται σκάφη
κι ας γελούν και να λένε
«Αυτά τα γράφουμε εκατό την ώρα»

Μα αυτό ζητάμε κι εμείς
όχι κάτι ξεχωριστό
αδελφέ μου, εμείς τραγουδάμε
για να γίνουμε ένα με τον κόσμο

[Verse 3]
Μέχρι να μάθει να γελά ο κόσμος
θα χρειαστεί να κλάψεις ακόμα
Μα κάθε δάκρυ σου ποτίζει
ένα χαμόγελο που θ' ανθίσει

[Bridge]
Ναι, έχεις δρόμο μπροστά σου
πόνο που πρέπει να περάσεις
για να φέρεις γέλιο ξανά
εκεί που υπήρχε σιωπή

[Pre-Chorus]
Ό,τι πόνεσε, τώρα ανθίζει
σαν φωνή που τον φόβο νικά

[Final Chorus]
Τα σύκα θα είναι σύκα
η σκάφη θα λέγεται σκάφη
κι αδελφέ μου, η δική μας φωνή
είναι για όσους θέλουν να αγαπήσουν

Ας τραγουδήσουμε μαζί
για να γίνουμε ένα με τον κόσμο

Ας τραγουδήσουμε μαζί
για να γίνουμε ένα με τον κόσμο

Ας τραγουδήσουμε μαζί

See You Up There

Tra le righe

Last Call For The Broken

They Hate The Kids

Victory In You

Title: Trinity.of.Sound Releases New Single "Before The White Man"

With "Before The White Man," Trinity.of.Sound takes us on an emotional journey to a time of untouched nature and boundless freedom. The song's international pop sound combines modern rhythms with a deep longing for a world in harmony with itself – a world where eagles flew, buffalo herds roamed, and the drums on the riverbank set the beat of life.

The poignant lyrics paint pictures of vast landscapes, dancing fires, and a lost harmony. "Where the rivers ran, before the white man came," sings Trinity.of.Sound, creating a goosebump-inducing moment that lingers long after. "Before The White Man" is more than just a song – it's a powerful statement and a melancholic reminder of what was. Immerse yourself in this unforgettable sound.

Lyrics Copyright by Trinity.of.Sound  / Title: Before The White Man / Length: 05:13 

Oooohhhh  Jaeeehhhh

I hear the wind, it calls my name,
Through hills of sage, it sounds the same,
Before the white man came to stake,
We’d dance at dawn by the river’s lake.

Our fires burned, the stars would sigh,
No fences stood between the sky,
We lived with deer and bison free,
A land of song and harmony.

Oh the wind would roam,
Through the quiet home,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.
Oh the drums would beat,
Under moon’s retreat,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.

The eagle soared with wings so wide,
Our children played by the riverside,
We sang in time with rolling streams,
The world was bright, alive with dreams.

Now the forest weeps, the old oaks fall,
Still I wander here, I recall it all,
The laughter gone, the songbird cries,
A lost world’s truth beneath these skies.

Oh the wind would roam,
Through the quiet home,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.
Oh the drums would beat,
Under moon’s retreat,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.


Oh the wind would roam,
Through the quiet home,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.
Oh the drums would beat,
Under moon’s retreat,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.

I feel the dust beneath my feet,
Where horses ran with thunder’s beat,
Where clans would gather, voices high,
Songs of earth that touched the sky.

The river’s bend where elders spoke,
With wisdom strong in every smoke,
Their stories carved in canyon walls,
Now silent there, the eagle calls.

The drumbeat fades, the fire’s cold,
The songs once young, now ages old,
Yet in my heart, the memories sing,
Of dancing free in endless spring.

Oh the wind would roam,
Through the quiet home,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.
Oh the drums would beat,
Under moon’s retreat,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.

I feel the dust beneath my feet,
Where horses ran with thunder’s beat,
Where clans would gather, voices high,
Songs of earth that touched the sky.

The river’s bend where elders spoke,
With wisdom strong in every smoke,
Their stories carved in canyon walls,
Now silent there, the eagle calls.

The songs once young, now ages old,
Yet in my heart, the memories sing,
Of dancing free in endless spring.

Oh the wind would roam,
Through the quiet home,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.
Oh the drums would beat,
Under moon’s retreat,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.





Before The White Man

"Sweetness of Life" is a nostalgic, dreamy tune about childhood memories, quiet moments of connection, and the rivers of feeling that shape us. Think soft acoustics, gentle harmonies, and late-night conversations that linger like summer air.

