Lines to Remember is a handpicked collection of English songs with lyrics that linger — the lines that hit, haunt, heal or hold you. From whispered truths to anthemic confessions, this playlist is for those who listen with their heart wide open. Because some lines don’t just rhyme — they stay.

Lines to Remember ist eine handverlesene Sammlung englischer Songs mit Zeilen, die bleiben – die treffen, trösten, wehtun oder wärmen. Zwischen Flüstern und Aufschrei, zwischen Herz und Kopfhörer: Diese Playlist ist für alle, die wirklich hinhören. Denn manche Zeilen reimen sich nicht nur – sie bleiben.

Lines to remember

Ebrahim Monsefi - Baron Baraku

Dylan's beautiful evocation of a loved one who is gone.

Tommorrow Is A Long Time

Hayedeh Haft Aseman Remix Dj MorTeza Chizari

هایده ریمیکس آهنگ هفت آسمان کاری از دی جی مرتضی چیذری

هایده ریمیکس آهنگ هفت آسمان کاری از دی جی مرتضی چیذری

A brooding, poetic lament for justice lost and voices forgotten.
“Dark Horizons” conjures the shadowy alleys of Chancery Lane and echoes of the broken legal system through haunting lyrics and minimalist instrumentation. A meditation on guilt, memory, and buried truths, this piece unfolds like a ghost story whispered in candlelight—a voice trembling through marbled halls, seeking justice in the silence.

Step into a world where fog shrouds the truth and sorrow clings like chains. Dark Horizons is a haunting, narrative-driven ballad weaving together themes of grief, injustice, and the relentless erosion of hope. With vivid lyrical imagery—“sightless justice,” “a mother’s guilt,” and “a lover’s ghost”—this track channels the bleak poetry of Dickensian London with emotional weight and stark beauty. At its core lies the figure of Esther, a fragile light in a world of fading dreams and unburied shame. Perfect for listeners drawn to atmospheric storytelling and raw emotional depth.

Dark horizons

This one is about watching my parents die in a home.

sitting on a hotel bed

Barandeh

Pasho Biya

Adam Shenas

The grief of my mind
Blocking the real world
For me to find.
To reach without limits
Or to see sadness and death
Looking beyond
My next breath.
The cadence of my will
My heart beating
But my soul sits still.
This well of transformation
Its ability to bend
And manipulate time.
From the ministries of the divine
To the alchemist of the beyond.
Touched by an angel
Transformed by my breath.
The illusions are not
What comes next.
It’s the transcendence of me
Once again
Looking to see.
The awakening of me
Within this struggle
A mind being befuddled.
While the soul 
In reverence,
Waits for detection
Of its presence.
Unabashed
Speaking at last.
Guiding my words
Adjusting my vision
Whispering of a 
Peaceful decision.
This joyful revision
A sage set upon the path
With God’s gift in
Ever last.
The realization
Exile is no more.
Reality implored 
Past the mind of before.
Take my staff
My sword
My shield
Open my mind
To what is real.
Let my heart take
The blessed sail
As it propagates
To all things
That can be healed.
Death cannot 
touch me now.
Sorrow does not float
Here in space.
Despair has
Been erased 
By love and it’s 
Divine grace.
Find your heart
And let it bleed
With passion
Listen to your soul
And embrace compassion
I am Crimson
Floating in the wind
Not understanding sin.


Crimson

“No Regrets” is a nostalgic, poetic song that captures the fleeting beauty of youthful freedom and reckless love. With vivid imagery and heartfelt storytelling, Lara Wolff looks back at moments that were never meant to last—but still mattered deeply. The lyrics celebrate imperfection, spontaneity, and the kind of nights that leave echoes in our memory. It’s not about what lasted—it’s about what felt real. No regrets.

„No Regrets“ ist ein nostalgischer, poetischer Song über die flüchtige Schönheit jugendlicher Freiheit und unvernünftiger Liebe. Mit starken Bildern und ehrlichem Storytelling blickt Lara Wolff auf Momente zurück, die nie für die Ewigkeit gedacht waren – aber trotzdem viel bedeuteten. Die Lyrics feiern das Unperfekte, das Spontane, die Nächte, die in Erinnerung bleiben. Es geht nicht darum, was blieb – sondern was sich echt anfühlte. Keine Reue.

No Regrets

“The Cold Don’t Lie” is a dust-covered journey through backroads, motel rooms, and quiet regrets. With razor-sharp lines like “Steerin’ by feel, not direction” and “The cold don’t lie like the heat you gave,” this song captures the raw honesty of running from a past that still burns. It’s not a love song—it’s what comes after. A soundtrack for anyone who’s ever driven just to forget.

„The Cold Don’t Lie“ ist ein staubiger Trip durch Hinterland, Motels und unausgesprochene Abschiede. Mit Zeilen wie „Steerin’ by feel, not direction“ und „The cold don’t lie like the heat you gave“ erzählt der Song von der Klarheit nach dem Sturm – wenn man weiterzieht, nicht aus Freiheit, sondern weil es keine Wahrheit mehr gibt, die bleibt. Kein Liebeslied – sondern das, was danach kommt.

The Cold Don't Lie

“Freefall” is a lyrical dive into that moment when love hits unexpectedly and turns your world upside down. With poetic lines and vivid imagery, the song captures the feeling of letting go—of pride, of control, of the past—and falling headfirst into something real. It’s about the first kiss that stops time, the silent pull of connection, and the beauty of emotional surrender. A story of flickers instead of fireworks, and quiet truths that shake the sky.
Wrapped in a slow-burning mix of country rock and modern pop.

„Freefall“ erzählt in poetischen Bildern von dem Moment, in dem die Liebe plötzlich einschlägt und alles verändert. Der Text beschreibt, wie man sich fallen lässt – ohne Plan, ohne Netz, ohne Stolz – und einfach zulässt, was echt ist. Es geht um den ersten Kuss, der die Zeit anhält, um das leise Ziehen statt eines lauten Knalls, um eine Verbindung, die stärker ist als Worte. Ein Song über das Loslassen, das Flimmern, und eine Welt, die sich plötzlich dreht.
Country-Rock trifft auf modernen Pop.

Freefall

38 Baz Amadam (Roozbeh Nematollahi)

With its driving groove, gritty guitar riffs, and bold, swaggering energy, “Wild Honey” is an upbeat road anthem that hits like open windows and fast highways. Lara Wolff’s raw, smoky voice delivers the punch — part Southern soul, part rock’n’roll rebel.

The song crackles with confidence and fire, mixing emotional grit with playful bravado. She’s not here to be tamed — she’s here to leave a mark. Wild Honey is the taste of freedom, the rush of running wild, and the soundtrack to your next escape.

„Wild Honey“ klingt wie Aufbruch: ein treibender Beat, raue Gitarren und dieser unverschämt lässige Drive. Lara Wolffs Stimme – tief, kratzig, mit Southern-Flair – bringt genau das, was man auf der Flucht nach vorn hören will.

Der Song verbindet Soul und Rock mit einer Prise Rebellion – kraftvoll, verspielt, elektrisierend. Wild Honey ist kein Halt, sondern ein Startsignal. Der Soundtrack für Nächte ohne Plan. Für alle, die nicht bleiben – aber Eindruck hinterlassen.


Wild Honey

He said, “You look like trouble”
I said, “Only when I’m bored”
Dropped my coat like a curtain
And danced across the floor
He wore cologne like a warning
And a smile too sharp to trust
But I’ve never been good at listening
To anything but lust

I’m wild honey
Sticky hands and a crooked laugh
One slow dance and a sudden crash
No promises made, no need to explain
Just boots on fire in the midnight rain
I’m wild honey
Sweet then gone
I burn too fast to hold too long

I’ve kissed boys in backrooms
And girls who never stayed
Left my name on napkins
That the rain just washed away
I love like lightning
Flash, then gone
But the ones who get too close
Still feel me when I’m gone

I’m wild honey
I’m wild honey
Wasted breath and a song half-sung
Smoke in my hair and fire on my tongue
Don’t ask me to stay, I’m already flame
Can’t tame a storm without losing the rain
I’m wild honey
No fence, no chain
Just a taste you won’t forget again

And if you see me by the river
With a look that says I’ve won
Don’t ask me where I’m going
Just know I’m never done

I’m wild honey
Your favorite mistake
The dream you didn’t mean to wake
Sweet then gone
Gone like the night
Still buzzing in your blood by light
I’m wild honey


Wild Honey

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
[Spoken]
…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

João Guimarães Rosa 

ژوائو گیمارس روسا،در سال 1908 به دنیا آمدو درسال 1967 از دنیا رفت . او پزشک و دیپلمات برزیلی، داستان‌هایی نوشت که آمیزه‌ای شگفت از رمان بومی منطقة شمال شرقی برزیل و ویژگی‌های شاعرانة آثار گروه‌های پیشگامی بود که در سائو پائولو گرد آمده بودند. گیمارس روسا زمانی دراز در هیئت نمایندگی سیاسی برزیل و در جاهای مختلف از جمله آلمان نازی خدمت کرد، و در این کشور بود که به سبب کمک به یهودیان برای فرار از آلمان بازداشت شد. علاقة او به فرهنگ مردم پیشینه‌ای دیرینه داشت. او زمانی که در بیابان‌های پرت افتاده برزیل طبابت می‌کرد از بیماران مستمندش می‌خواست به جای پرداخت پول برایش قصه‌های بومی را تعریف کنند. بسیاری از این قصه‌ها را در رمان بلند پر آوازه‌اش «کوره راه‌های صحرای بزرگ» 1956جای داد. برخی منتقدان از جمله اِمیر رودریگس مونگال این کتاب را بهترین رمان نوشته شده در آمریکای لاتین می‌دانند. متن این رمان تک‌گویی پریشان و دور و دراز قهرمان داستان است که پیوسته به رویدادهای مهم زندگی‌اش برمی‌گردد و در طول این تک‌گویی زبانی سرشار از کنایه و ایهام به کار می‌گیرد که یادآور زبان جمیز جویس است. گیمارس روسا در عین حال از پیشگامان داستان کوتاه و شاید بعد از ماشادو د آسیس بهترین نویسنده داستان کوتاه در زبان پرتغالی باشد. او در دوران زندگی خود چند مجموعه داستان منتشر کرد. «کرانه سوم رود» شاید از بهترین داستان‌های کوتاه او باشد. 


The Cold Don't Lie

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