Picobello

Pläne machen und dann die Wirklichkeit, wenn die Belastung nicht abnimmt.

Hoffnung

Herzschmerz

Aus die Maus

Tante Paula

Love soulful emotional ballad. Lyrics by DjSas. Song by Joy

-Just Friends

—-Verse 1]
I see your face
 and my heart aches.
Standing so close but we're worlds apart.
Every laugh we share 
cuts deep
 beneath the skin.
feelings that 
no one will win.

[Verse 2]
Your hand in mine feels like a spark. 
A love we can't call ours
 drives me 
insane.
Each glance a secret that we bury in the sand,
Pretending we're just friends 
when our feelings 
are much more. 

[Chorus]
Just friends 
is a lie we tell
ourselves.
 Our hearts
 rebel,
Falling 
for the one
 you can't have.


[Verse 3]
I watch you smile but it tears me to shreds.
Every word spoken dances round the things we don’t
say to each other. 
The way we joke it’s as if we’re free,
But behind this 
 is a love that’s 
breaking me.

[Bridge]
The love is true but you say
 no.
I hold back my tears,
 though they threaten to overflow. 
In your shadow I’m lost 
 feelings 
we can’t let win.

[Chorus]
Just friends
 is a mask we wear.
A fragile oath that hides despair.
Living,
 but never whole.
Your touch
 I’ll never hold.

Just Friends ( seems like it )

"Ashes in My Veins" is a slow-burning anthem about loving someone so deeply, their destruction becomes a part of you. It's about carrying the scars proudly, rising from the ruins they left behind. With smoky vocals and haunting lyrics, this song is a confession of heartbreak, resilience, and the bittersweet beauty of surviving the fire. Some loves don’t fade — they burn forever inside you.

Ashes in My Veins
Verse 1
Lit the match with your careless hand
Watched me crumble like a castle of sand
Said forever, then left with the breeze
Now your ghost is stitched into my sleeves
Breathin’ smoke instead of air
You’re the poison I still wear

Pre-Chorus
I bleed out slow, still call your name
Still feed the fire that knows no shame
Ooooh, ooooh, STAY! [Break]

Chorus
Ashes in my veins, dust in my blood
You burned me down, still I rise from the flood
Ashes in my veins, embers in my chest
You left me hollow — but baby, I loved you best
Mmmmh, mmmmh, mmmmh

Verse 2
Your fingerprints, like phantom chains
Still trace the cracks you carved in my name
Tried to heal, tried to erase
But love like yours don't leave no trace
It lingers like a secret sin
Carved beneath my paper skin

Pre-Chorus
I bleed out slow, still call your name
Still feed the fire that knows no shame
Ooooh, ooooh, BURN! [Break]

Chorus
Ashes in my veins, dust in my blood
You burned me down, still I rise from the flood
Ashes in my veins, embers in my chest
You left me hollow — but baby, I loved you best
Mmmmh, mmmmh, mmmmh

Bridge
You can't unburn a heart once it's gone
You can't rewrite a ruin into a song
But I'll carry the ache like a battle cry
Ashes in my veins 'til the day I die

Final Chorus
Ashes in my veins, dust in my blood
You burned me down, still I rise from the flood
Ashes in my veins, embers in my chest
You left me hollow — but damn, I loved you best
Mmmmh, mmmmh, mmmmh

Ashes in My Veins

„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

„Gesehen, wie ich bin“ ist ein gefühlvoller, originaler Song für Roses and Chocolates, der Evas Sehnsucht ausdrückt, wirklich erkannt und ohne Fassade geliebt zu werden. Er erzählt von der stillen Stärke der Verletzlichkeit und der Hoffnung, dass jemand hinter die Oberfläche blickt und sie genau so annimmt, wie sie ist.  https://www.goldenwaymediafilms.com/roses-and-chocolates/
Musik https://www.maria-johnsen.com/maria-johnsens-musik/

Gesehen, wie ich bin

I'm Theo Cenere, a folk singer-songwriter.

I write songs about memory, silence, rust, and all the things we carry but never say out loud. My music is simple, stripped down — mostly just voice and guitar — because that’s how it feels most honest to me.

Rust is my first album. I recorded it in quiet rooms, during long nights, and it’s full of little truths.

Still I Rise

Wenn Liebe zu viel wird – und süß plötzlich klebt.
„Du klebst an mir“ mixt Drama mit Stil, Gefühl mit Abstand.
Ein Song für alle, die mal Luft holen wollen.

When love gets too much – and sweet turns sticky.
“Du klebst an mir” blends drama with cool, emotion with distance.
A track for anyone who just needs some space.

Du klebst an mir

Against the Odds is an instrumental track that builds tension and hope through dynamic melodies and strong beats. It inspires listeners to push through challenges without saying a word. 
More soundtracks here https://www.maria-johnsen.com/epic-orchestral-soundtrack/

Against The Odds

Against the Odds

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

„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

Amie

„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.

The darkness creeps in slowly,  
and seeps through the windows coldly.  
I toss another log into the fire’s call.  
The table and the dresser,  
All the things we used to treasure,  
Fade to fleeting shadows on the wall.  
 
Our dreams of yesterday  
Turn somber, slip away.  
Everything’s got its time, its rise, its fall.  
We planned to build our towers,  
But the wreckers took our hours.  
Now our dreams are just shadows on the wall.  
Now our dreams are just shadows on the wall.  
 
With organ chords now playing,  
The prelude to decaying—  
It’s fine, love’s a fire after all.  
From courtship’s sweet illusion  
To courtroom-like conclusions,  
Love becomes a shadow on the wall.  
 
Our dreams of yesterday  
Turn somber, slip away.  
Everything’s got its time, its rise, its fall.  
We planned to build our towers,  
But the wreckers took our hours.  
Now our dreams are just shadows on the wall.  
Now our dreams are just shadows on the wall.  
 
Draped in black or dressed in white,  
Through the convoy or the night,  
We wonder how much longer this will all endure.  
Living reckless, upside down,  
Till the casket comes around—  
Life itself is just a shadow on the wall.  
 
The darkness creeps in slowly,  
Seeping through the windows coldly.  
I toss another coal into the fire’s call.  
My hands and feet surrender,  
To maps they once remembered—  
Tracing fleeting shadows on the wall.  
The world itself’s a shadow on the wall,  
A flickering shadow on the wall.  
A flickering shadow on the wall.  

Tante Paula

BRO

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