Magnifique musique très inspirante pour l'amour, j'ai adoré et l'intègre avec plaisir à ma playlist

this is so clean. cool n dope sounds designs

Bardzo dobra robota. Proszę przyjąć mój najgłębszy ukłon z Moskwy i najlepsze życzenia. Kocham twój głos.

Sensibilidad y belleza a raudales; ternura y dulzura que encandilan.

A beautiful voice! Your tone is so lovely and rich!

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Kołysanka Dla Okruszka

Lyrics :
Sleep, sleep well my little king. Even tho I won't. Someday you will have an adult soul. Some day, some day..... But today, you're as small as a crumb, which fate has sent to us. Sleep my sweetheart, sleep. I will play you to sleep. Someday, you will have the pants with suspenders, some day, some day.... But today, you're as small as a shell. Which fate has sent to us.

Vocal : Magdalena Meisel
Music : Seweryn Krajewski
Lyrics : Agnieszka Osiecka
Piano : Maciej Adamczyk

Lullaby for your little one | Kołysanka Dla Okruszka

A song about death and relationships

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I see reflections of you in the crowd
No use keeping up with you now
Too many miles left to go
To waste my time chasing a ghost
I know that you're no longer there
Yet I keep on turning around
I still see your face in the crowd
Too many miles left to go

Left this behind, it's all in my mind
(Please just)
You should be dead to me, why won't you go?
(Let me go)
Left this behind, nothing to find
(Can't keep)
You should be dead to me, why wont you go?
(Chasing ghosts)
Why won't you go?

I want to leave all these shadows behind
To pack up my car and just drive
Nothing left here for me now
Except some ghosts in the crowd
Yet I keep on turning my head
I can't get a hold of the thread
Too many miles left to go
To waste my time chasing a ghost

Left this behind, it's all in my mind
(Please just)
You should be dead to me, why won't you go?
(Let me go)
Left this behind, nothing to find
(Can't keep)
You should be dead to me, why wont you go?
(Chasing ghosts)

Chasing Ghosts (Feat. Lucoline, Andy Wilson, Michael Schiesari)

Translation above

Vagues marines

Quand ton sourire est là
Quand de ta voix, tu ris
Quand de tes mains tu joues
Quand de tes yeux tu danses
Quand, de ton rire en fête,
Tu me tiens dans tes bras,
Bras de braise et de sang
Encore plus forts que tout
Que tout ce qui est fort

Refrain
Dans les vagues marines
De mes draps roses et bleus
Je te vois endormie
Comme un bateau câlin
Qui dérive à la nage
Pas très loin des récifs

Quand je brise mes mots
Sur ta peau de satin
Quand je mords dans tes mains
Comme des pains d’épices
Quand j’affleure le frais
Sur tes cuisses d’azur
Quand de sentir ton corps
Je me noie d’inquiétude
(refrain)

Je m’accroche à ton bord
Et pès’ de tout mon corps
Sur ton bateau fragile
Pour détourner la coque
De ces récifs pirates
Vers des îles lointaines
Où les galets s’étoilent
Où les journées exultent
Sur des mâts de cocagne
(refrain)
S’approchant des récifs…

Quand je bois à minuit
Il fait double à Paris
Quand de ton corps, je pleure
Moi, je m’y roule en douce
Comme dans un miroir
Brûlé de sable fin !  (bis) 

Paroles de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, 2017
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 3 juin 2023

Sea waves

When your smile is there
When you laugh with your voice
When you play with your hands
When you dance with your eyes
When, with your festive laughter,
You hold me in your arms,
Arms of fire and blood
Stronger than anything
Than all that is strong

Refrain
In the sea waves
Of my pink and blue sheets
I see you asleep
Like a cuddly boat
Drifting by
Not far from the reef

When I break my words
On your satin skin
When I bite into your hands
Like gingerbread
When I touch the cool
On your azure thighs
When feeling your body
I drown in anxiety
(refrain)

I cling to your edge
And weigh with all my body
On your fragile boat
To divert the hull
From these pirate reefs
To distant islands
Where the pebbles star
Where the days exult
Sur des mâts de cocagne
(refrain)
Approaching the reefs...

When I drink at midnight
It's double time in Paris
When I cry over your body
I roll in it
Like in a mirror
Burned by fine sand (bis) 

Lyrics by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, 2017
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, June 3, 2023

Vagues marines (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic)

Composer:    Karl Heimgartner Dat : 16.07. 2023    ©       https://www.karlheinzheimgartner.com/
Genre:           Folk 
Title:                 Beautiful Clean Lake
Track             06
Album:          The Beauty of Nature
Extern Mix and Mastering : MTM - Mastering True Music Production
Mixed and mastered by Christine Sampson of MTM

https://masteringtruemusic.es/

https://karl-heinz-heimgartner56.my.canva.site/

Beautiful Clean Lake 6th song of my folk album 2023 The Beauty of Nature .
I will release the album Viral in December 2023.

https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/album/0DqIXnxtjksVLbrGqFhkUJ?si=ug1njbnKSI-D3zDxTekx9A

I sent the finished folk song and 22 stems to MTM Mastering True Music Production for checking and sound improvement, which worked very well. A very nice team from Spain. Guitars and voice have now got the sound I had imagined. For me it was very worthwhile to pass this mix and mastering on to an external company. When composing and recording, mixing and mastering, your ear becomes fixed in your DAW (brain). You often don't find your sounds that good. That's why I use an external mix and mastering studio to check. I really had a very positive experience with MTM. With young ears and with professional training that completed my work.

Thanks for the collaboration, Freddie and Team MTM Mastering True Music Production
Mixed and mastered by Christine Sampson of MTM

Beautiful Clean Lake

Composer: Karl Heimgartner Dat : 27.08. 2023  / © Copyright     
Genre:       Folk 
Album:       The Beauty of Nature
Track    :    7.
Title:           The Glorious Morning Mood 
Lyrics:        Karl Heimgartner © 
Extern Mix and Mastering :  MTM - Mastering True Music Production
Mixed and mastered by  Alessandro Giordano of MTM

https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/album/0DqIXnxtjksVLbrGqFhkUJ?si=ug1njbnKSI-D3zDxTekx9A

The Glorious Morning Mood is the 9th song of my folk album 2023 The Beauty of Nature and closes with it.
I will release the album  in December 2023.

I sent the finished folk song and 7 stems to MTM Mastering True Music Production for checking and sound improvement, which worked very well. A very nice team from Spain. Guitars and voice have now got the sound I had imagined. For me it was very worthwhile to pass this mix and mastering on to an external company. When composing and recording, mixing and mastering, your ear becomes fixed in your DAW (brain). You often don't find your sounds that good. That's why I use an external mix and mastering studio to check. I really had a very positive experience with MTM. With young ears and with professional training that completed my work.
 
Thanks for the collaboration, Freddie and Team MTM Mastering True Music Production
Mixed and mastered by Alessandro Giordano of MTM

https://masteringtruemusic.es/




www.karlheinzheimgartner.com

https://karl-heinz-heimgartner56.my.canva.site/

The Glorious Morning Mood

Coming soon! We pretend to be fine.
There's a fire in the wastelands. What's mine?
Waste of time.
There's a fire.
We Survive.

There's a crack in the side of the farm.
You would think they'd run but they stay.
Waste the light.
Avoid the night.
Stay alive. 

There's a river that's flowing with gold.
That you get, when you're good, if you're old.
Waste of life.
Taste the Night.
Stoke the fire.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

There's a message we sent to the sky.
Imagine that wont be getting too far.
Trip the wire.
To the stars.
To the stars.

There's a man on the moon, and he's heating a Spoon.
As he looks sadly down on the earth.
There's a cow.
What's that now?
Holy cow.

Wee Willie runs through the town.
Crying loud as he seeks them all out.
Get to bed.
In your head.
Go to bed.

All you've got left are some rust, cans of peaches.
A pile of old vizzes and porn.
A fray bentos pie and your rosy complexion.
There's no one left you rely on. 

A bust of Beethoven, a packet of suet.
A commemorative plate, a Princess Di coin.
An overfilled ashtray, a battered red jumper.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

Interstellar... Toodle-oo

An ambient hybrid orchestral and synth track.

Outliers

Video!
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Stand

ALFONSO LLORENTE: LYRICS, VOCALS, ACOUSTIC GUITAR, ELECTRIC GUITAR, BASS, DRUMS SYNTH, CELLO & PIANO

THE GAME OF LOVE

You may dream you´re here
And I will be there
You may feel my love 
It´s what you gave me
We might be running on different roads
Wishing to meet on the next crossroad
Uhhhh on the next crossroad
Let´s play to be the sun and moon
And see our soul’s reflection
As we fade into our dreams
Though we won´t know what it means
It´s the game of love
It´s the game of love!

You´ll go up while I go down
But in the meantime I´ll kiss you
You´ll think white while I think black
But don´t forget to love grey
Doesn´t matters how many promises come and go
I will always be there
To fly home together
For our next game of love

You may dream you´re there
And I will be here
You will feel my love
As what you gave to me
We might be running on different roads
Wishing to meet on the next crossroad
It´s the game of love
It´s the game of love!

THE GAME OF LOVE (Alfonso Llorente)

Open Up

Translation above

La Femme 

Quand devant moi se balance 
La femme 
Avec un regard qui lance 
Des flammes 
Je voudrais être celui 
Qui attend toute la nuit 
Que surgisse devant lui 
La femme, la femme 
Mais déjà elle m'abandonne
La femme
Pour celui qui éperonne
Son âme
Et je reste dans mon coin
Pendant qu’elle s'envole au loin
Comm’ les oiseaux au matin
La femme, la femme
 
Et quand je la sens qui frôle 
La femme 
Du bout des doigts mon épaule 
La femme 
Envoûté par sa prunelle 
Je me sens pousser des ailes 
Et je galope vers elle 
La femme, la femme 
Mais elle freine mon élan 
La femme 
Quand mon cœur incandescent 
S'enflamme 
Et je reste au garde à vous 
Comme au premier rendez-vous 
Pour éviter son courroux 
La femme, la femme 

Elle a fait de moi son jouet
La femme 
M'obligeant à l'appeler 
Madame 
Quand je rampe vers son lit
Et qu'elle sonne l'hallali 
Ell’ veut que je la supplie 
L'infâme, l'infâme 
Ell’ m'a mis autour du cou 
La femme 
UN collier orné de clous 
Quel drame 
Je me traîne à ses genoux 
Pour ses caresses et ses coups 
Ell’ me cloue et me décloue 
La femme, la femme
 
Mais je sais qu'un jour viendra 
La femme 
Qui mettra dans de beaux draps 
Mon âme 
De Toulouse ou bien de Lille 
D'Italie ou du Brésil 
Débarquera sur mon île 
La femme, la femme 
Ell’ se pendra à mon cou 
La femme 
Offrant son cœur à mon coup 
De lame 
Alors par un beau matin 
Mon pas à côté du sien 
J'Irai tenant par la main 
Ma femme, ma Femme.

Paroles de Lucien Corma, 03/2005

The Woman 

When before me sways 
the woman 
With a look that throws 
Flames 
I'd like to be the one 
Who waits all night 
For her to appear 
The woman, the woman 
But already she abandons me
the woman
For the one who spurs
Her soul
And I stay in my corner
While she flies away in the distance
Like birds in the morning
The woman, the woman
 
And when I feel her brush 
The woman 
With her fingertips on my shoulder 
the woman 
Bewitched by her eyes 
I feel myself grow wings 
And I gallop towards her 
The woman, the woman 
But she stops me 
the woman 
When my incandescent heart 
Goes up in flames 
And I stand at attention 
Like on a first date 
To avoid his wrath 
The woman, the woman 

She made me her plaything
the woman 
Forcing me to call her 
Madame 
When I crawl into bed
And she sounds the alarm 
She wants me to beg 
The infamous, the infamous 
She put around my neck 
the woman 
A studded necklace 
What a drama 
I crawl to her knees 
For her caresses and blows 
She nails me and unnails me 
The woman, the woman
 
But I know a day will come 
The woman 
Who'll get my soul 
My soul 
From Toulouse or Lille 
From Italy or Brazil 
Will land on my island 
The woman, the woman 
She'll hang around my neck 
The woman 
Offering her heart to my stroke 
Of my blade 
Then one fine morning 
My step beside hers 
I'll go holding hands 
Ma femme, ma Femme.

Lyrics by Lucien Corma, 03/2005
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 28/09/2023

La Femme (Lucien Corma / Myckaël Marcovic)

Magdalena Meisel is a singer from Katowice, Poland. 

Magdalena took part in the Polish entertainment show, „Bitwa na Głosy”, where she performed along with the winning group led by the lead vocalist of the band FEEL. During the series, she brilliantly sang “Time To Say Goodby”, and she gained the judge’s recognition for giving a memorable performance of Bajm’s “Biała armia” in the final show. 

Magdalena exhibited her talent in the Polish talent show, “Szansa na sukces”, as well as the second edition of the music competition show, X-Factor. She also appeared in the 3rd edition of “The Voice of Poland”, where she sang with the group of other contestants coached by Marek Piekarczyk, the lead vocalist of the rock band TSA. Magda performed three songs winning the battle and the knockout stages of the competition and advanced to the live playoff along with the other three finalists, selected by Marek Piekarczyk.

She continues to perform as a solo singer partaking in a variety of music events. She hosts live concerts as well as business parties and events. 

Magdalena graduated from the Karol Szymanowski Academy of Music in Katowice with Master’s Degree in Violin Performance, and she is a member of the Częstochowa Philharmonic Orchestra. She also teaches violin and she conducts educational activities.

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