Hall of Fame

Calm and vocal

Copy of Berlin

Fav songs

Mar Jawan Full Song High Quality Music

Tell Me Why

Und der Wind pfeift

wakening up (intro)

Mahiya Tere Pyar Menu Mar Mukaya Ee By Adi

**Verse 1**  
Sitting on the pier, watching waves collide,  
Listening to the ocean, feeling peace inside.  
The sun dips low, painting skies in gold,  
In this moment with Josie, my heart’s story unfolds.  

**Chorus**  
Oh, Josie, you’re my light, my sweet serenade,  
In the morning glow, your smile won't fade.  
Every whisper and laugh, every touch, every glance,  
With you by my side, I just want to dance.  

**Verse 2**  
I’m a night person, but you shine so bright,  
Your laughter’s the melody that carries me through the night.  
As the stars come alive, I hold you near,  
With every breath taken, I wish you were here.  

**Chorus**  
Oh, Josie, you’re my light, my sweet serenade,  
In the morning glow, your smile won't fade.  
Every whisper and laugh, every touch, every glance,  
With you by my side, I just want to dance.  

**Bridge**  
Underneath the moonlight, we’ll make our dreams soar,  
Hand in hand forever, who could ask for more?  
In the quiet of twilight, I’ll always be near,  
With you as my anchor, I have nothing to fear.  

**Chorus**  
Oh, Josie, you’re my light, my sweet serenade,  
In the morning glow, your smile won't fade.  
Every whisper and laugh, every touch, every glance,  
With you by my side, I just want to dance.  

**Outro**  
So here on the pier, as the waves roll and swell,  
With Josie by my side, everything's just swell.  
In every moment shared, love’s gentle embrace,  
Forever in this dream, we’ve found our place.  

Watching Waves

Late September Heart is a quiet story of almosts — the words not said, the looks held a second too long, the song left hanging in the air. Set against a backdrop of worn leather booths and late-night jukebox hum, this track leans into a slow-burning country-blues feel. It’s the kind of song that doesn’t raise its voice, but lingers like smoke — steady, honest, and full of the things we don’t say. For nights when something stirs, even in silence. For what almost was.

Late September Heart erzählt leise von allem, was fast passiert wäre – Worte, die in der Kehle stecken bleiben, Blicke, die zu lange halten, ein Song, der in der Luft hängen bleibt. Der Sound: rau und warm, wie eine Jukebox in einem Diner kurz vor Feierabend. Country-Blues in seiner stillsten Form – ehrlich, zurückgenommen, und voller unausgesprochener Dinge. Für Nächte, in denen etwas bleibt. Auch wenn nichts geschieht.

Late September Heart

A voice like autumn light and late-night tea.

In Late September Heart, Mary Jane Dawson captures the quiet moments that echo the loudest — a stolen glance, a lingering silence, a love that might be, but isn’t yet. With poetic lyrics and a warm, melancholic sound, this song feels like walking home alone under streetlights after an almost-romance.

For fans of intimacy, stillness, and the kind of songs that stay with you long after the last note fades.


Eine Stimme wie Herbstlicht und nächtlicher Tee.

In Late September Heart fängt Mary Jane Dawson jene leisen Momente ein, die am lautesten nachhallen – ein flüchtiger Blick, ein stummes Verstehen, eine Liebe, die fast entsteht, aber noch nicht beginnt. Poetisch, warm und melancholisch klingt dieser Song wie ein nächtlicher Heimweg unter Straßenlaternen nach einer Beinahe-Romanze.

Für alle, die Stille, Tiefe und Lieder lieben, die noch lange nach dem letzten Ton wirken.

No One Tells You When It Starts is about the kind of change that doesn’t make a sound. A street corner, a faded memory, a version of yourself that never quite arrived — this is a story told in fragments. It’s not about the big moments, but the quiet unraveling of what once felt permanent. Some things slip away without warning. And some words stay stuck inside, long after it’s too late to say them.



No One Tells You When It Starts erzählt von den Veränderungen, die still passieren. Eine Straßenecke, eine Erinnerung, eine Version von dir selbst, die nie ganz geworden ist – dieser Song spricht von Momenten, die niemand bemerkt, und doch alles verändern. Nicht das Große, sondern das leise Verschwinden steht im Mittelpunkt. Manches geht, bevor man es merkt. Und manches bleibt ungesagt, bis es zu spät ist.


No one tells you when it starts

Berlin is not a love song.
It’s a memory you can’t hold,
a spark that burned too fast,
a night that felt more real than most days.

This track captures the wild pulse of a moment —
when someone walks into your life like a storm
and leaves before the sky clears.

You were Berlin.
Not the city. The feeling.


Berlin ist kein Lovesong.
Es ist eine Erinnerung, die man nicht festhalten kann,
ein Funke, der zu schnell verglüht,
eine Nacht, die echter war als viele Tage.

Dieser Track fängt den rohen Puls eines Moments ein –
wenn jemand wie ein Sturm ins Leben rauscht
und wieder verschwindet, bevor der Himmel aufreißt.

Du warst Berlin.
Nicht die Stadt. Das Gefühl.

Berlin

You said, “Don’t ask me where I’m from”
Lit a smoke and bit your thumb
Your laugh was sharp, your eyes were wired
A fuse that never once got tired

You moved like you were on parole
Stole my drink, then stole my soul
Said, “This night’s got teeth, don’t blink”
And vanished faster than I think

You were Berlin
Not the city, but the sin
Midnight cigarette grin
Chaos under my skin
You were Berlin
No beginning, no win
Just a storm I ran into
And hoped would never end

We broke a lock to climb a roof
Screamed the stars like it was proof
That some things shine when they’re about to fall
And some don’t need a name at all

Your boots kicked sparks, your voice cut air
You kissed like truth, but didn’t care
Said, “Nothing’s real that lasts too long”
Then vanished in a fading song

You were Berlin
Not the skyline, but the spin
A dare wrapped in a hymn
No mercy, only grin
You were Berlin
No reason, no skin
Just a heat that pulled me in
And left me high as sin

And if you vanish in the morning—
Then Berlin was real for a night

Berlin

Humari Adhuri Kahani (Arijit Singh)

Meku Eho Ta Dasa Rohi Da Wasi - Saraiki Jhumar

one of my most fvrt songs ... when eva i listen this song i always use to replay it 4 to 5 times.....

Late September Heart

BRO