Name: Amparo by Svayam
Duration: 6 min 34 s
Description: 𝔸𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕠 is a song about asking for help, trying to belong in a strange and absurd existence, understanding our needs and other people's, and struggling to be fair, just, and true to oneself.

I love the meditative guitar line - it sounds so beautiful. Simple yet so powerful a melody. Great vocal delivery and melody. Such a great track. This sounds so harmonious and peaceful. I really enjoyed this 1 Svayam!

Beautiful song, João. You createed the kind of sound harmony that I like the most. Great production and vocals! Bravo!

hi. a very emotional song. unfortunately I do not understand the words, but the music is a great show. the rhythm part is great. The guitar chasing the drums is a beautiful vibe. thanks for the tip.

Hello João. I don't have to and I don't understand a single word of the text, but the composition has a very pleasant and soothing effect on me. Words act as another instrument. A beautiful thing. Thanks for her. Be well. Milan

So nice and smooth. I like very much the instrumentation and acoustic sound.

Beautiful piece. Very nice instrumentation and emotional voice. Enjoyed listening. 🎶💛

Uma bela canção com bons arranjos e uma grande voz.

Your guitar playing is fantastic - a huge fan of your intro melodic lines

Original composition..... Alejandro Gonzalez M.

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EL PROFETA

Sur un texte de Christian Portet
(translation above)

JEAN-MARC
 

À toi, Jean-Marc, mon vieil ami
Du temps des amours d' écoliers
Emplies de rêves qu' on lit aussi
Auxquelles on s’est identifiés

À toi, Jean-Marc, mon cher copain
Du temps des amours devinées
Et qui épatent les anciens
Parce qu'on se les est inventées

À toi Jean-Marc mon camarade
Du temps des amours rigolades
Où le baiser est moquerie
Où la caresse est fourberie

Refrain :
À toi, Jean-Marc, mon cher Jean-Marc
Du temps béni des amours mortes
Quand t’es venu de la capitale
Pour n’aimer que des provinciales

À toi, Jean-Marc, mon vieux copain
Du temps des amours incertaines
Ou l’on rigole de tout de rien
On voit une fill’ on la fait sienne

À toi Jean-Marc dans cette classe
Quand l'amour semble dégueulasse
Parce qu’on n’voit pas, qu’on ne sait pas
Qu’on croit qu'l'amour ne viendra pas

À toi, Jean-Marc, jeune écolier
Du temps des amours méritées
Parce que nous étions les premiers
Dans notre classe à en parler
(refrain)

Était-ce vrai, mon pote Jean-Marc,
Ces  histoires insensées de femmes ?
Était-ce pour le souvenir
Ou pour les mots à ne pas dire ?

Était-ce vrai l'ami Jean-Marc
Tes fragiles amourettes de gosse
Tes tendres et doux baisers précoces
Ainsi que tes rancunes amères ?

Était-ce un gros bobard, Jean-Marc,
Que t'aurais connu avant moi
L'intimité du toi et moi
Ou était-ce une image de marque ?
(refrain)

Paroles de Christian Portet
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 14 décembre 2022

JEAN-MARC
 
To you, Jean-Marc, my old friend
From the time of schoolboy loves
Filled with dreams that we also read
With which we identified ourselves

To you, Jean-Marc, my dear friend
From the time of guessed loves
And that amaze the old ones
Because we invented them

To you, Jean-Marc, my comrade
From the time of funny loves
Where the kiss is mockery
Where the caress is deceit

Refrain :
To you, Jean-Marc, my dear Jean-Marc
Of the blessed time of dead loves
When you came from the capital
To love only provincials

To you, Jean-Marc, my old friend
From the time of uncertain loves
When we laugh about everything and nothing
You see a girl you make her your own

To you Jean-Marc in this class
When love seems disgusting
I'm not sure what to do, I'm not sure what to do
And you think love won't come

To you, Jean-Marc, young schoolboy
From the time of deserved love
Because we were the first ones
In our class to talk about it
(refrain)

Was it true, my friend Jean-Marc,
These senseless stories of women?
Was it for the memory
Or for the words not to say?

Was it true, my friend Jean-Marc
Your fragile love affairs as a child
Your tender and sweet early kisses
As well as your bitter resentments?

Was it a big lie, Jean-Marc,
That you would have known before me
The intimacy of you and me
Or was it a brand name?
(refrain)

Words by Christian Portet
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, December 14, 2022

Jean-Marc (Christian Portet / Myckaël Marcovic)

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"Cogitative" is a captivating instrumental composition that takes you on a mesmerizing journey through introspection and contemplation.

The soulful melodies of the cello intertwine with atmospheric textures, creating a deeply emotional and evocative musical experience. 

With its haunting beauty and serene ambiance, this track invites you to immerse yourself in a moment of reflection and inner exploration. 

Let the soothing tones of the cello guide you into a state of tranquility and introspection. 

Perfect for cinematic soundtracks, emotional storytelling, and moments of deep contemplation.

Cogitative (CELLO Version)

Cogitative

𝔸𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕠 is a song about asking for help, trying to belong in a strange and absurd existence, understanding our needs and other people's, and struggling to be fair, just, and true to oneself.

Amparo

Lyrics:

Living in a tower high up in the thunderclouds
Never raising my voice bc no one hears my shouts
I do that to myself and I’m almost proud

Listening to my fears more
than to my trust
Someday I must shake off all the dust
look out the only window,
see a spot of blue
realize there are no new winds to sow
and you're the spot of blue

Any second I could start
But goodbyes are tough, I can’t depart

I’ve always lived in a pandemonium
Only eating plutonium
Which is formed out of thoughts like everything

My Pandemonium (better quality)

video: https://youtu.be/bo9ROimyZcM

A moment full of art
inspired by the longing of our loving hearts
engraved and incising for eternity
captured for our minds in our memories.

Hold me tight and give me a sign
I kiss you on your cheek for three times
One for the future and the things to come,
One for the past and the days are gone
One for this moment to hold the blast
to keep our love for everlast

We are the artists of this universe
create countless opportunities
do whatever we would like to do.
first we start to paint the sky blue  

Green we choose for the trees and the hope
Red for our love and the blossoms of the roses
White for the canvas, so innocent
On which we will keep everything  

Faithless lovers, always living in danger
When they ride down the river through the torrent of anger
We sail together through the im-penetrable tangle
let's take the feather to draw the guardian angel

following him now he protects our hearts
and leads our love to the Kingdom of art
where everything is possible
nothing remains improbable

A moment full of art
characterized by sympathy and harmony
how out of nothing we create this masterpiece
unprecedented crafted and designed with ease

Hold me tight and kiss me three times
For each kiss i will give you a rhyme
on the first i will play for you the glockenspiel
on the second kiss, a burst of crystal bells that peals
And the last kiss is a document of love
A picture of our life that holds this moment of art

A Moment Full Of Art

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João 𝗦𝘃𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗺, is a multi instrumentalist, music producer and yoga student / teacher. Connected with the term singer-songwriter but also diverse genres, such as music for meditation, electronic, trip-hop, ambient, free form music, and others.
Lover of nature, passionate world observer, into spiritual questioning and meditation practices.

☼ 
 Music is one of multiple ways of living fully, being whole and complete, immersed on the vastness of the world. At each music note we can redeem something more from our essence, spread it, echo it, give, receive and be. Svayam is a moment of meditation guided by sound, and it’s offered as an opportunity to be who we really are, to take from the inside what escapes our instant and automatic sensibility. João Sousa guides this voyage - personal, but collective - with a guitar, voice and bowls.
Each body touched by sound is a moment of unique love,
an inexhaustible source of energy. To create with sound is to open doors to the earth, to touch the water, feel the air and transform with fire… For a moment we understand the act of creation, we are that moment, undulating in the ethereal, taking off from matter. Each time Svayam happens, we connect profoundly with humankind, with life, with the cosmos. Let us be all and nothing, here and now, everyone and none.

Amparo

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