БЛЕФУЮ (ПУСТЬ ТАК)

в синем (КОСМОНАВТОВ НЕТ remix)

Nowkie - Тушь [ prod kirkiimad ]

ORIGINAL SONG
https://soundcloud.com/poshlayamolly/dazhe-moya-beybi-ne-znaet

Cover art by grizzydesigns on IG

Даже моя бэйби не знает

Poshlayamolly - (maoricore) Ты разбила папину машину

Stream on all platforms :
https://fanlink.tv/qasus-zhanulka

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Sample :
https://youtube.com/shorts/008dcTpc66w?feature=shared

Video : cottonbro studio

ты похож на кота (zhanulka) (Cover)
ты похож на кота (zhanulka) (Remix)
ты похож на кота (zhanulka) (Qasus Remix)

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Qasus - Ты Похож На Кота (zhanulka)

КОСМОНАВТОВ НЕТ - баночка с окурками

The day opens like a checkpoint: a gate that counts, not forbids.
We fumble our courage, hear it tick across the floor, and call that clatter progress.
Mistakes flicker—little glitches—but they illuminate the path more honestly than triumph.

A voice inside writes to us in the margin: try again.
Not a command—an invitation.
We learn the craft of continuing: farming quiet hope, carrying calm like a lantern.
To be “low HP” is only to feel the heart nearer; to be mapless is only to trust the breath.

And when the frame goes grey, we are not erased.
We return—smaller, truer—respawned at the edge of ourselves.
What owns us is what we refuse to name defeat.
Another coin. Another scene.
We stand, almost laughing, and press start again.

Checkpoint Blues

"Yo, studiowhitebird community! 🐦🌍 Get ready for a primal, haunting track. Our new single is the Earth speaking, and it ain't happy. It's called 'Me, the Earth'."
"This song is a deep, dark blend of folk and primal ritual, like Heilung meets Chelsea Wolfe. The vocals are high, clear, and ghostly, soundin' like an ancient boy’s choir delivering a solemn warning. With heavy frame drums, a droning acoustic bass, and those eerie, creaking strings, the music builds a chilling atmosphere of sorrow and suppressed rage. This is the sound of the planet finally sayin', 'Enough.'"
"Listen now to 'Me, the Earth' and hear the wind's final warning."

"Hallo, studiowhitebird-Community! 🐦🌍 Macht euch bereit für einen ursprünglichen, eindringlichen Track. Unsere neue Single ist die Erde, die zu uns spricht, und sie ist nicht erfreut. Sie heißt 'Me, the Earth'."
"Dieser Song ist eine tiefe, düstere Mischung aus Folk und primaler Rituale, wie eine Begegnung zwischen Heilung und Chelsea Wolfe. Die Vocals sind hoch, klar und gespenstisch, wie ein uralter Knabenchor, der eine feierliche Warnung überbringt. Mit schweren Rahmentrommeln, einem dröhnenden Akustikbass und diesen unheimlichen, knarrenden Saiten baut die Musik eine beängstigende Atmosphäre aus Trauer und unterdrückter Wut auf. Das ist der Sound des Planeten, der endlich sagt: 'Genug.'"
"Hört jetzt 'Me, the Earth' und nehmt die letzte Warnung des Windes wahr."

#DarkFolk #PrimalRhythms #Atmospheric #Neofolk #RitualMusic #Ecofiction #NewRelease #MusicProducer #SoundCloudMusic #YouTubeMusic #FacebookMusic

Me  the Earth

I saw the sky turn black,
Then golden just the same.
A child laughed in the rain—
Then silence spoke his name.

A breath, a blink, a firefly…
That’s all this life becomes.
A story scratched in ashes,
On borrowed bones and lungs.

We run from the shadows,
But they walk by our side.
Every kiss, every scar,
Will someday be denied.

Memento Mori, remember the end.
The grave waits gently… for foe and for friend.
Each second a jewel we’re too blind to see,
Till we rot into soil, and finally breathe free.

Memento Mori,  this pain is divine.
Even tears are sacred when you’re out of time.
So scream while you’re breathing, burn while you can—
We are gods for a moment, then ghosts in the sand.

They build temples on our backs,
Name stars after our pain.
But we die unknown, unheard,
Flesh washed into the drain.

But that coffee with your brother,
That glance from someone new
Those seconds are the altar
Where existence speaks its truth.

There’s no heaven without endings,
No love without decay.
You can’t find what matters…
Till it’s slipping away.

Memento Mori

Хмельницкая Дарья - Калi б ты быў далёкi (demo, на словы Веры Бурлак)

Just yung russian boy who wanna writing songs, why not

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