Arctic soundscapes with a haunting yet warm voice full of emotions, this is how Inyha paints her inner emotional world where ice & snow covers the warmth of her heart, where walls of silence create distance, where mirrors of ice show her own disguise, while all she longs for is nearness and love. 

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Written and recorded by Inyha

Inyha - Voice, Piano, Glockenspiel, Hang Drum & Synthesizers
Jimmy Deer - Mixing Engineer

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LYRICS:

It’s winter, it’s winter
The sun is covered in ice
I know that, I know that
I need to see the light
Sometimes I can
Feel so dark
And lost inside

Snowflakes dancing in the dark
But you are just as cold and hard
And I break inside for longing
To be near, to be near
Walls of silence hit me covered in ice
Mirroring my own disguise
And shaking me with fear
Of loosing you my dear

It’s winter, it’s winter
The sun is covered in ice
I know that, I know that
I need to see the light
Sometimes I can
Feel so dark
And lost inside

You can be the warmest sun
And the coldest ice and the strongest wind
Blowing in my eyes
Revealing all I hoped to hide
I don’t want to loose you
No I don’t want to loose you
For some stupid selfish pride
For another useless fight
I break inside

It’s winter, it’s winter
The sun is covered in ice
I know that, I know that
I need to see the light
Sometimes I can
Feel so dark
And lost inside

You are the sunshine and the rain
The snowfall and the hail
The ocean and the stream
Carrying me to my new self
Carrying me to my new self
And you mean so much to me
You mean so much
That sometimes I can’t hide
My pride, my stupid pride
I cannot hide

It’s winter, it’s winter
The sun is covered in ice
I know that, I know that
I need to see the light
Sometimes I can
Feel so dark
And lost inside

Snowflakes dancing in the dark
But you are just as cold and hard
And I break inside for longing
To be near, to be near
Walls of silence hit me covered in ice
Mirroring my own disguise
And shaking me with fear
Of loosing you my dear

It’s winter, it’s winter,
The sun is covered in ice
I know that, I know that
I need to see the light
But some day I know
Spring will come
And the ice will flow.

Snowflakes dancing in the dark

Snowflakes Dancing in the Dark

‘Jardin du passé’, which means garden of the past, talks about the ghosts of past love stories, lived halfway or to the fullest, dreamed or for real, leaving behind only the nostalgic memory of what was supposed to be the love of a life, but ended up revealing itself as being only a big fantasy.

In this song, Inyha evokes the often thin border between reality and imagination, passionate love and love for passion, unjustified nostalgia and memories we want to keep close to our heart.

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Written, recorded and produced by Inyha

Inyha - Voice, Piano, Glockenspiel, Synthesizers
Jimmy Deer - Mixing Engineer

Inyha Contact Info:
https://www.instagram.com/inyhamusic/
http://www.inyha.com
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCLagoRX48FumzRA7rdo3PkA


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PAROLES :

Des tournesols un mois d’aout
dans ta voiture sur la route
un baiser, un sourire, tes histoires

Comme dans un rêve aveuglée
par ton charme, tes idées
j’étais folle amoureuse d’un fantôme

C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
et d’une terrible envie d’être insensée
C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
Et de promesses d’une vie à deux

Tu es parti sans aucun bruit
Mais ton fantôme continue 
à me hanter inconnu par téléphone

Quand je réponds à mon tour
pas un mot de retour
O je demande juste une chose, c’est d’oublier

C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
et d’une terrible envie d’être insensée
C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
Et les promesses dans le vent s’envolaient

Tu ne vaux pas la peine
d’un souvenir, d’un totem
dans mon grand jardin du passé.

Tu m’aimais bien jamais
Aujourd’hui, je le sais
Et ton fantôme a disparu
tout comme toi…

pouf

C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
et d’une terrible envie d’être insensée
C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
Mais il y a que moi qui vraiment y croyais.

Les tournesols de l’époque
ont fané depuis longtemps
ton sourire, tes baisers
sont oubliés.





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LYRICS:


GARDEN OF THE PAST

Sunflowers, in the month of August, 
in your car on the road.
A kiss, a smile, your stories 

Like in a dream
blinded by your charm, your ideas
I was crazily in love with a ghost. 

It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
and of the terrible desire to be unreasonable 
It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
And of promises of a life together 

You left without a sound 
But your ghost continues 
to haunt me unknown by telephone 

When I answer on my end 
not a word back 
Oh, I just ask for one thing and that is to forget. 

It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
and of the terrible desire to be unreasonable 
It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
And of promises that flew off with the wind.

You’re not worthy
of a memory, of a totem 
in my big garden of the past. 

You never really loved me 
Today, I know it
And your ghost has disappeared 
just like you…

puff

It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
and of the terrible desire to be unreasonable 
It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
but I was the only one, who really believed in it. 

The sunflowers from once upon a time 
have wilted long ago.
Your smile, your kisses
have been forgotten.

Jardin du passé

“La pluie du temps” (Rain of time) is a poetic instrumental piece about how we often feel rushed about the time passing by until a sudden beautiful moment stops us making us live the precious moment, making us wonder and admire life’s beauty. Just as if time had stopped for a couple of seconds, minutes or hours.

La pluie du temps

Arctic soundscapes with a haunting yet warm voice full of emotions, this is how Inyha paints her inner emotional world where ice & snow covers the warmth of her heart, where walls of silence create distance, where mirrors of ice show her own disguise, while all she longs for is nearness and love. 

This is the shortened Radio version of the song.

Snowflakes Dancing in the Dark (Radio Edit)

The Music Video for Mr. J is out now: https://youtu.be/HWQ-U_8Aen8

In her new song Inyha takes us on a journey to the 7th heaven of love on the wings of Mr. J. But even if love can give us wings, it cannot free us from our own chains, it can only give us the will and energy to do so for ourselves. This is the image Inyha paints with her handmade sounds and arrangements in melancholic, nostalgic colors and a dreamy 90ies touch.

Mr. J

Streaming/Downloads: https://push.fm/fl/0oxdwh7f

In this intimate, dreamy and heart- breaking journey back into childhood, Inyha invites us into her most precious memories with her father, who left this world too soon.

This minimal yet thoroughly arranged French chanson feels as if the artist is sitting right beside us — with soft, whisper-like spoken words at times and dramatic passages that go straight to the bone.

Deeply emotional and authentic, with influences ranging from Charlotte Gainsbourg to Romy Schneider and Léo Ferré, this melancholic piece full of nostalgia does not leave the listener untouched.


////// Paroles (English translation hereunder )

La traversée
De l’herbe pleine de rosée 
Le matin
Dans notre grand jardin 
En tenant ta main
En tenant ta main
Avec ma petite main

La moto
Bleu ciel de l’autodrome 
Pour enfants
Après une journée de plage 
Les étés en Italie
Ces étés en Italie
Des jours heureux 
Épanouies

Et la lune
Qu’on cherchait ensemble
Si haut dans le ciel en hiver 
Et les étoiles brillaient
Et mon étoile dansait
Et ton étoile m’accompagnait

Et ces étoiles là-haut me parlent et disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra
Oui, les étoiles là-haut me parlent et disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra

Le temps passe
Et ton visage s’efface 
Dans ma mémoire
Si loin, si loin
Je n’étais qu’un enfant 
Je n’étais qu’un enfant 
A peine 7 ans

Mon regard effrayé
Face à toi et tu me disais 
Tout blanc
Que je devrais pas avoir peur 
Que c’était toujours toi
Que c’était toujours toi
Mon papa, mon papa

Le lapin en papier
Qui était censé
Veiller sur toi
Le jours et nuits loin de moi 
Mais qui est revenu
sans espoir
Avant la fin des temps 
Avant la fin de ton temps

Mais je regarde le ciel et les étoiles me disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra
Oui, je regarde le ciel et les étoiles me disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra.


////// English translation:

Crossing Dew-laden grass
In the morning light 
In our big garden 
Holding your hand 
Holding your hand 
With my little hand

The sky-blue motorcycle 
At the children’s Autodrome
After a day at the beach 
Summers in Italy
Those summers in Italy 
Happy days
Full of joy

And the moon
We looked for together
So high in the winter sky
And the stars were shining bright 
My star was dancing
And your star was guiding me

And those stars up there speak to me 
And tell me
That one fine day we’ll meet again 
Yes, those stars up there speak to me And tell me
That one fine day we’ll meet again

Time goes by
And your face fades In my memory
So far, so far away
I was only a child
I was only a child 
Barely 7 years old

My frightened eyes
When I saw you and you said 
All pale
That I shouldn’t be afraid
That it was still you
That it was still you
My daddy, my daddy

The paper bunny
That was meant to
Watch over you
The days and nights away from me 
But it came back
Without any hope
Before the end of time 
Before the end of your time

But I look at the sky
And the stars tell me
That one day we’ll meet again
Yes, I look at the sky
And the stars tell me
That one fine day we’ll meet again.

Le lapin en papier

Inyha is a Paris based singer-songwriter of Austrian origin. Passionate about music since her childhood, Inyha sings, writes, plays guitar and piano and produces her songs from beginning till end. Authenticity and emotions is what counts most for her in music; this is why she often uses a rather minimal style in her productions, where even silence has its part to play, where classical influences and cinematic sounds can meet with pop music and dreamy soundscapes.

In her lyrics, she uses a lot of imagery of nature, a nature she deeply feels connected with and regularly ventures out to in her leisure time. Her artist name, which is made up of syllabus of her “real” name, refers to a character in a fiction novel about a Native American community. It’s the spirit of the Native American community, the love of nature, freedom and independence, which made Inyha decide for this name.

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