Name: 8. When the night swallows the Sun by Iv Mike
Duration: 3 min 18 s
Description: This is the last song from "When the Night Creates the Light". Still not uploaded Night and When the Night Creates the Light.

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A partir de MES TEXTES, des chansons inspirantes générées par l’Intelligence Artificielle (SUNO) suno.com/@laurencesimenot

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Yao Si Ting, renowned for her ability to convey deep emotional landscapes with her crystal-clear voice, offers a stirring rendition of “Speak Softly Love,” the classic love theme from The Godfather composed by Nino Rota. Her interpretation of this iconic melody captures the essence of the film’s narrative of love, loyalty, and the complexities of family ties. Through her rendition, Yao Si Ting invites listeners into a world where love speaks louder than words, embodying the song’s poignant message with every note.

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Speak softly, love and hold me warm against your heart
I feel your words, the tender trembling moments start
We're in a world, our very own
Sharing a love that only few have ever known

Wine-colored days warmed by the sun
Deep velvet nights when we are one
Speak softly, love so no one hears us but the sky
The vows of love we make will live until we die

My life is yours and all because
You came into my world with love so softly love

Wine-colored days warmed by the sun
Deep velvet nights when we are one
Speak softly, love so no one hears us but the sky
The vows of love we make will live until we die

My life is yours and all because
You came into my world with love so softly love

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Speak Softly Love

This is the last song from "When the Night Creates the Light". Still not uploaded Night and When the Night Creates the Light. 

8. When the night swallows the Sun

Pine & Snow is a quiet, poetic ballad about an old man and the woman he never forgot. Now entirely alone in his city, he looks back on the winter they shared — a time of pine-scented scarves, snow-covered streets, and a love he left behind. He took a different road, chasing something louder, brighter — and lost her in the process. In the stillness of memory, he carries her in silence. Pine & Snow tells the story of a life shaped by one quiet decision at a crossroads, where he turned away from the one thing that felt real.

Pine & Snow ist eine leise, poetische Ballade über einen alten Mann und die Frau, die er nie vergessen hat. Mittlerweile ganz allein in seiner Stadt blickt er zurück auf den Winter, den sie einst teilten – mit dem Duft von Kiefern, tanzendem Schnee und einer Liebe, die er hinter sich ließ. Damals bog er an einer Kreuzung falsch ab, auf der Suche nach etwas Lauterem, Hellerem – und verlor dabei das, was echt war. Heute lebt sie weiter in seiner Erinnerung, in seinem Schweigen. Pine & Snow erzählt von einem Leben, das durch eine leise Entscheidung geprägt wurde – und von einer verpassten Chance, die nie ganz vergeht.

Pine and Snow

He waits at the bench by the corner store
Same coat, same shoes, same view of the floor
Hands like maps that lost their way
Eyes on clouds he used to chase

They say he’s no one, just passing through
Just one more ghost the city grew
But he holds a picture no one sees
Tucked behind his old IDs

She was wild like the northern sea
Laughed through the wind like it set her free
He never told the world her name
But he still hears her voice in the pouring rain
…like the sea that doesn’t rest
She was wind, and pine, and breath
He told no one
But his silence still carries her song

She wore a scarf that smelled of pine
They danced through snow and borrowed time
Then he left to chase a louder light
And she stayed - where the stars burned white

Now no one calls, and no one asks
He’s learned to speak through smaller tasks
Like folding napkins at Café Lorraine
Or counting buses in the rain

She was real, more real than this
More than the soup, the chair, the mist
He never told the world her name
But her shadow still waits by the morning train
…like the sea that doesn’t rest
She was wind, and pine, and breath
He told no one

So if you see him stare too long
At something gone, at a silent song
He’s not lost, not quite unseen
He’s just watching where she’s been

Pine & Snow

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Guided by  
The reflection 
From the moon. 
Guiding through 
Where there’s room. 
Disidentification 
Would be a real 
Complication. 
As fog blocks 
The light to me. 
The light  
To my mind 
Illuminating 
My chest. 
Reflecting onto 
The ocean 
Of my gut. 
I thirst 
For what’s entrusted. 
To denounce 
The words 
That are pronounced. 
To hold 
Or 
Let go. 
The disidentification 
Of the lie. 
But, 
Is the perception 
Important 
Of what’s inside? 
If I see it 
As an illusion, 
Does that 
Allow me 
An obnoxious 
Conclusion? 
Is all love 
Just specialness 
Of a form? 
Is it all an act 
For me to perform? 
What point of view 
Is there to ensue? 
Do I fulfill my obligation 
To you? 
Spiritual principles 
And my to do. 
Is the light on me 
And you? 
The next right thing 
I can do. 
Propelled through life, 
I do know what’s right. 
To act with the light 
To keep it going 
With all my might. 
To let go and receive 
Its grace, 
Sharing the light 
From my own space. 
As I let time 
Continue on 
It’s race. 
The abutment 
The pillars of God’s grace 
Do I disown and call it 
To atone? 
I can understand 
But in what way 
Do I plan or act 
With no cause? 
Will I become lost? 
Keep it in the moment 
Look for the atonement.

The Moon's Reflection

A haunting acoustic journey through the darkness of memory and regret. "Midnight Memories" strips everything down to its emotional core with dark solo acoustic guitar and subtle vocals that draw listeners into an intimate late-night confession. The song explores how darkness awakens painful memories from the past, painting vivid imagery of shadows stretching long and secrets whispered soft and low. With intricate guitar work providing the only musical backdrop, this slow-tempo piece captures the cyclical nature of memories that fade with dawn but return each night to hide deep within. Raw, minimalist, and deeply personal.

Created with Suno AI

Lyrics by Kenneth Carlino

Midnight Memories

This sonnet honours the banksia cone as a vessel of emotional presence; a symbol of sacred timing and transformation through the element of fire. The flame between is the moment of transfer, a gift from elder to child, from past to present, to be held briefly then released. The Banksia men's fireside lanterns invite you to explore the art of gentle surrender in the readiness of letting go. © All lyrics are original works by Jaylee Reign and form part of a living treasury of poetic story in devotion to her Skyseed Community. Audio generated via Suno, held in stewardship by Skyseed for communal reflection and listening.

The Banksia Elders Gift Their Ancient Flame

This Moment In Time - Style Of Engelbert Humperdink

Field by Evgeny Grinko

That’s one of the most simple but very beautiful piece to play. I like how calm Evgeny cover is.
The original one called “Polyushka Polye” used to be sung by Russian Red Army in World War 2, its composed by Lev Knipper on 1934

8. When the night swallows the Sun

Iv Mike

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