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04 Daeman (feat. Behzad Leito & Zakhmi)

09 Noghte Joosh (feat. Mehrad Hidden)

CatchyBeatz first album with 12 tracks with several artists including Behzad Leito, Reza Pishro, Mehrad Hidden, Koorosh, Sina Mafee, Mamadon, Armani, RenaPlay, Sepehr Khalse, Poboon, Madgal and Gdaal
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Sooski(ft Sepehr Khalse)

Boodi Yaram - Sepehr Khalse ( Feat. Sijal & Hoomaan )

Моя Мишель & ЛСП — Курточка

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Producer : Omid Honarvar
Music Production : Shayar
Chorus : Darab
Cover Art : Delgado / Emadbrz

توکه باشی دیگه جا هیشکی خالی نی
پیشت انقدر خوبم انگار حسم عادی نی
از همون اولین بار که همو دیدیم
فهمیدم معتادت میشم مثه کوکائینی
تو خود‌ِ دوپامینی , دو دو دوپامینی 
ساعتم بزار بره اصلا هیچ خیالی نی
من فقط باتو باشم مهم نی کجا میریم 
حس میکنم یه خوابه چون شبیه
بیداری نی

ورس‌۱ :


جز تو کسیو نیستم اخه
مگه دنیا یدونه از تو بیشتر داره؟ 
تو با همه ،  همه چیت فرق داره
باشی مگه آدم چیزی کم‌ داره؟
هنو مثل باره اول
میبینمت میره بالا ضربانه قلبم
هنو میشم ماته خندت
دوپامین یعنی دستات لای دستم
بهم نزدیک تری‌ از رگه گردن
به درک  اگه همه رفتن 
باتو ترس تو دلم نیس لب درم، 
تو بغلت هنو واسم یه جای امن هست
بهم بد میچسبی
عین سیگاره بعده مستی
هردفعه از این در میرفتی
‌دلم گروگان تو بود تا برمیگشتی
ببین ، از تو فقط همین یکی هست
این آدما حتی شبیت نمیشن
خیلیا دورم رفتن اومدن ولی
جز تو چشام همه رو غریبه دیدن
هی ، منو تو یه ابسنته سبز
بندازیم تو اتوبان مست نصفه شب‌
سلامتیت پیکو همش سیک‌ برم
حتی وقتی پیشمی‌‌ میشه تنگت‌ دلم



توکه باشی دیگه جا هیشکی خالی نی
پیشت انقدر خوبم انگار حسم عادی نی
از همون اولین بار که همو دیدیم
فهمیدم معتادت میشم مثه کوکائینی
تو خود‌ِ دوپامینی , دو دو دوپامینی 
ساعتم بزار بره اصلا هیچ خیالی نی
من فقط باتو باشم مهم نی کجا میریم 
حس میکنم یه خوابه چون شبیه
بیداری نی



ورس ۲ : 
انقد خوبیم تو خوابیم انگار
اگه بدونی بهم میده چه حالی چشمات
تو اومدی عشقو دادی بم یاد
تو این شهر که ادما شدن ماشین حساب
باتو  باید راه رفت پیاده
پیاده رو باتو میشه هتله پنج ستاره
تو فرشته ای ، آدم زیاده
باتو میشه خوشبخت بود تو خاورمیانه
نیس تو این کره مثلت
باتو یه اتاقه دو در دو خوده پنته
تو‌ باره ساقیای شهر پره جنسه
ولی های تر از همشونه دوزه چشمت
حتی نباشه هیچی جیبم
باتو مثل سرمایه دارا سیس میگیرم
عشقه تو‌ سرمایه
نیاد اون روزو ببینم که نیستی پیشم نه
جای  معنی عشق
باید اسمه تورو توی لغت نامه نوشت
تورو دارم جای هرچی ندارم 
انگار جز تو اصلا هیچی نمیاد به چش
یادم نمیره تکو تنها
بودم ،  تو شبیه معجزه رسیدی از راه
عشق میکنم مثه بچه ها
هنو میگم دوست دارم میگی چندتا؟


توکه باشی دیگه جا هیشکی خالی نی
پیشت انقدر خوبم انگار حسم عادی نی
از همون اولین بار که همو دیدیم
فهمیدم معتادت میشم مثه کوکائینی
تو خود‌ِ دوپامینی , دو دو دوپامینی 
ساعتم بزار بره اصلا هیچ خیالی نی
من فقط باتو باشم مهم نی کجا میریم 
حس میکنم یه خوابه چون شبیه
بیداری نی

Dopamine

Ветер меняет направление- моя Мишель

Somebody That I Used To Know (feat. Kimbra)

From the album Making Mirrors

Produced by Wally De Backer

Mixed by Francois Tetaz, assisted by Wally at Moose Mastering, Richmond, VIC
Bass recorded by Wally in Lucas Taranto's loungeroom, Melbourne, VIC
All other sounds put together by Wally in The Barn, Merricks, VIC

Bass guitar: Lucas Taranto
Lead and backing vocals: Kimbra
Guitar, flutes, percussion and synth samples, lead and backing vocals: Wally

Contains a sample of the recording “Seville” as performed by Luiz Bonfa.
Courtesy of Geffen Records, under license from Universal Music Enterprises.
Used by permission. All rights reserved.
*************

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end
Always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
And I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know...
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
I used to know
That I used to know
Somebody...
*************



Making Mirrors

Somebody That I Used To Know (feat. Kimbra)

Und der Wind pfeift

„Bar am Meer“ ist ein Song über diesen einen perfekten Moment – Gin-Tonic in der Hand, die Sonne im Gesicht, gute Freunde um dich herum, und alles fühlt sich für einen Augenblick richtig an.
Die Jungs reden Quatsch, aber es klingt wie Poesie. Sie läuft vorbei, und für einen Moment steht die Zeit still.

Ein lässiger Pop-Song mit Tiefe, in dem das Banale golden schimmert.
Perfekt für warme Abende, offene Fenster und das Gefühl, dass alles möglich ist.

Musik von BRO – für alle, die wissen: Mehr braucht es nicht.

“Bar am Meer” is a song about that one perfect moment – a gin and tonic in hand, sun on your face, good friends around you, and for a second, everything feels just right.
The guys are talking nonsense, but somehow it sounds like poetry. She walks by, and time stands still.

A laid-back pop track with unexpected depth, where the ordinary suddenly shines.
Perfect for warm nights, open windows, and the feeling that anything is possible.

Music by BRO – for everyone who knows: Sometimes, that’s all you need.

Bar am Meer

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

Lyrics:

Made my mistakes
While you would watch
Me burn, and burn
But i love the thought
The thought of us
I cant turn, cant turn away
Why wont you stay
If there's nothing to change
I cant take, the pain away
One more mistake
Straight to my brain
All the memories of just you and me

Your too hard to tame
So I dug my grave
For you
Maybe I'm to blame
For all of our pain
Its eating my alive

Cause I made my mistakes
While you would watch
Me burn, and burn
But I love the thought
The thought of us
I cant change, can't change cause I

Made my mistakes
While you would watch
Me burn, and burn but I
I love the thought
The thought of us
I cant turn, cant turn so why
Why wont you stay
If there's nothing to change
I cant take, the pain
One more mistake
Straight to my brain
All the memories of just you and me

mistakes

Manche Spiele kennt man – und spielt sie trotzdem mit.

„Tricks“ erzählt die Geschichte einer späten Erkenntnis: von Sehnsucht, Stolz und dem Moment, in dem man endlich aussteigt.

Klarer Text, lässiger Ton, starke Bilder.
Ein Song über alte Muster – und neue Klarheit.



Some games you know too well — and still fall for.

“Tricks” is a song about late realizations: longing, pride, and that one final moment when you walk away.

Direct words, cool tone, sharp imagery.
A story about old habits — and new clarity.

Tricks

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

„So ist das“ erzählt von einer Liebe, die vergangen ist – aber nicht spurlos.
Der Song blickt zurück, ohne zu verklären, und beschreibt mit stiller Ehrlichkeit, was bleibt, wenn jemand nicht mehr dazugehört. In drei Strophen und einem eindringlichen Refrain tastet sich der Text durch Erinnerung, Alltag und leises Weitergehen. Keine großen Gesten, keine Schuldzuweisungen – nur Beobachtung, Klarheit und das stille Fazit: So war das. So ist das.

“So ist das” tells the story of a love that has ended – but not without leaving a trace.
The song looks back without romanticizing and captures, with quiet honesty, what remains when someone no longer belongs in your life. Across three verses and a haunting refrain, the lyrics move through memory, routine, and the quiet act of moving on. No grand gestures, no blame – just observation, clarity, and a calm conclusion: That’s how it was. That’s how it is.


So ist das

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

„17“ – eine Sommererinnerung, die kleben bleibt.
Tom Berger erzählt in seinem Song von diesem einen Moment, in dem alles kippen kann – der Blick, das Lächeln, der Satz, den man doch noch sagt.
Eine Geschichte über junge Liebe, flirrende Hitze und den Mut, einfach loszulaufen – ohne Plan, ohne Gepäck, aber mit Herzklopfen.
Berlin im Hintergrund, die Zukunft vor der Brust – und siebzehn, für immer siebzehn.


“17” – a summer memory that sticks to your skin.
Tom Berger tells the story of that one moment when everything can shift – the glance, the smile, the words you finally say.
A song about young love, heat in the air, and the courage to just leave – no plan, no baggage, just a heartbeat and a girl.
Berlin in the background, the future in your chest – and seventeen, forever seventeen.

Siebzehn

„Picobello“ von Lara Wolff ist ein Song über das große Spiel mit der Fassade.
„Wie geht’s dir?“ – „Super.“ Klar. Läuft. Läuft halt nicht.
Wer schon mal mit einem Lächeln gelogen hat, weil’s einfacher ist als die Wahrheit, wird sich hier wiederfinden.
Ein Text zwischen Trotz, Müdigkeit und diesem einen Funken Würde, den man nicht aufgibt – egal, wie kaputt man ist.
Keine Show. Kein Mitleid. Einfach echt.


“Picobello” by Lara Wolff is about saying “I’m fine” when everything inside screams the opposite.
It’s the mask we wear, the lie we tell, just to make it through the day.
If you’ve ever smiled just to shut people up, this one’s for you.
Tired, sharp, stubborn – and still standing.
No drama. No gloss. Just truth.

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