Whispers of Garuthanor – A Song Cycle in the Garumani Tongue

These seven ritual songs are the first to be publicly sung in Garumani — the language of Garuthanor, the Whispering Forest.
This tongue was not invented. It was heard — a language remembered through silence, leaves, wind, and time.
Each song carries echoes of roots, light, dreams, and the voice of the forest itself.
There is no message, only resonance.
Let the words move through you, as the forest breathes.

Whispers of Garuthanor

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Neon ace drifts through space passing destroyed planets left in ruin by the enemy fleet, with no hope insight, is this the end

Eternal Drift

This song is sung in Garumani – the sacred tongue of Garuthanor, the Whispering Forest.
Rooted in the deep silence beneath the earth, this piece awakens ancestral echoes.
The roots do not speak, but they remember.
Sanmor no Lathar is not a song of sorrow — it is a song that listens.

„Sanmor no Lathar” 

Thilarn no sanmor’vath lorin,
Lathara no morith no shanor mir,
Ruthanor no viloth lo sanmor’lan,
Vani no mor’lan, ha vani tha’lan.

Ha lo shamor vani?
Sanmor lo no viloth’nar thilor.
Lathara no thanmor lo no shatha,
Ruthanor mir lo, ha viloth no mor?

Larin lo, ha lorin no viloth?
Shatha no thanmor vani mirath,
Moril no sanmor no viloth mor,
Lathara no vani’lan lo no shamora.

Lu lorin no lathar, ha sanmor lo?

Sanmor no Lathar
(Whisper of the Roots – interpreted from Garumani into English)


Beneath forgotten silence, deep,
Roots dream of shadow, slow and steep.
The spirit’s memory in soil remains,
A song not spoken — but it sustains.

Past still lingers in silent tone —
And from its hush, a song has grown.

Does the tree still sing its name?
Spirit sleeps in light and flame.
Roots bear fate and winds unseen,
Echo lingers — was it a dream?

Rain now falls — does the spirit know?
The wind recalls what once did flow.
Silence remembered, spirit heard,
Roots now carry a sacred word.

If you listen through the ground...
Can you hear the silence sound?

Sanmor no Lathar (Whisper of the Roots)

“Should’ve Said It Sooner” is a reflective melodic house track about the words left unsaid — and how regret lingers long after the moment has passed.

Built on soft synths, a pulsing beat, and emotionally vulnerable vocals, the song drifts through memory, replaying what could have been. It’s not about dramatic breakdowns, but about emotional buildup — the quiet kind that lives in late-night thoughts and unspoken goodbyes.

This is a track for those who know what it means to hold on to silence — and who still wish they could go back and speak.

🎵 Key: A Major
🎶 Tempo: 122 BPM
💫 Mood: Romantic, chill, introspective
🎛️ Main Styles: Melodic House, Dance Pop, Downtempo EDM

🎤 Lyrics: Should’ve Said It Sooner

I let the silence speak too loud,
Words got lost in the space somehow.
I watched you fade while standing still,
Told myself time would always heal.

But time just moved, and I stayed small,
And I never meant to say nothing at all.

I should’ve said it sooner,
When it mattered most.
Not in echoes after
You were too far to hold.
I carry every moment
What I did, what I didn’t do.
I should’ve said I’m sorry.
I should’ve said it to you.

I replay nights that never end,
The lines I broke I meant to mend.
You waited there with open eyes,
And I walked past the last goodbye.

Now I hear you in quiet rooms,
And I’d trade the peace to speak the truth.

I should’ve said it sooner,
When it mattered most.
Not in echoes after
You were too far to hold.
I carry every moment
What I did, what I didn’t do.
I should’ve said I’m sorry.
I should’ve said it to you.

I saw your name in a quiet place,
Felt the weight I still can't face.
You gave me more than I could show,
I only learned that once you'd gone.

If I could turn one second back,
I’d fill the space I left so black.

I should’ve said it sooner,
Before the light grew thin.
Not in dreams or late confession,
But when you let me in.
Now every beat reminds me
Of the truth I never proved
I should’ve said I’m sorry.
I should’ve said it to you.

I Should’ve Said It Sooner

Sitting on a cloud watching the world below
Tiny little lives moving fast and slow
Dreams are whispered soft where the breezes flow
From up here the chaos feels like a show

Cloud gazing .mp3

Whisper of the Roots (Sanmor no Lathar) is a sacred vocal piece in the fictional forest language Garumani. Sung as a meditative chant, it evokes the ancestral memory of the earth — the stillness beneath the soil, the deep breath of the forest, the silent stories held in roots.

No instruments. Only voice.

Echoing ancient tree spirits, the song flows slowly, like roots growing beneath moonlit soil.

🌿 Listen not with your ears, but with your heart.

Whisper of the Roots (Sanmor no Lathar)

"Shatha’vani" – The Second Song of the Ancient Tree

Sung in the sacred forest language Garumani, this is the second song in the cycle of the Whispering Tree.

Shatha’vani means “song of the wind.”

It moves like breath between leaves — slow, sacred, without instruments. A solitary voice carries the memory of roots, silence, and sky.

Not meant to entertain.
Meant to resonate.

Language: Garumani
Style: Forest chant / ritual vocal / ambient a cappella

🎧 Best experienced with headphones, under moonlight or wind.

Shatha’vani (Whispers in the Wind)

Some feelings are too deep for words — but when two hearts share the same truth, even silence becomes a language. “If You Feel What I Feel” is a song about finding the courage to open up, to be seen, and to trust that someone else might be standing on the same emotional edge, ready to leap with you. It’s a journey from fear to surrender, told through the eyes of someone who finally dares to believe in love again.

LYRICS
I’ve been hiding in silence
too afraid to be seen
Wounds I never spoke of
still echo in between
But your voice breaks the distance
like a light through the haze
and I’m standing here open
in the warmth of your gaze

There’s a tremble inside me
every time you draw near
like the past wants to warn me
but you quiet the fear
And I’m caught in the moment
where my walls start to fall
Could this be the beginning
of trusting it all?

If you feel what I feel
then don’t let me go
This love is too true
and too deep not to show
I’ve opened my soul
put my heart on the line
So if you feel what I feel
then just hold me tonight

Every step feels uncertain
but I’m walking your way
Letting go of the shadows
that kept love at bay
There’s a truth in your presence
I can’t turn aside
so I’m risking it all now
with nothing to hide

If you feel what I feel
don’t leave me unsure
This love’s not a question
it’s something so pure
I’ve given you everything
every piece, every scar
So if you feel what I feel
you already know who we are

I’ve been waiting my whole life
for someone to see
the light and the darkness
still burning in me
So take all I am now
don’t let this slip by
You’re the reason I’m brave enough
to even try

If you feel what I feel
then say it out loud
No more hiding in silence
no fear in the crowd
I’ve broken the silence
let my truth be revealed 
So if you feel what I feel
then show me it’s real
Yes, if you feel what I feel
then show me it’s real

Just hold me tonight
If you feel what I feel

If You Feel What I Feel

/сказка о потерянном мальчике - давно стала реальностью../
tell me...
Do you fly in your dreams as well?

lost boy..

such..
your eternal choice..

your wish came true.. -

not knowing prohibitions -
to walk barefoot..
along the edge of the sky

and lie on the clouds...

tease boldly. death is an adventure for you

..
you know - how
boys get lost...

and a scary fairy tale
- reality
- to stay on the island..

where they become pirates
or - learn - to fly!

and the sky is sad
and the stars are silent..

and you are somewhere -
there is no other way..

you will return,
but you will not stay..

and someone will wait
for you.

Peter

do you have the keys to the sky

tell me
where are you flying?

I believe -
that I was only delayed on the way...

but the stars are silent..

you are -

there is no other way..

Peter...

- you are running from love..
played too much.
to forget,
how you were betrayed...

you think that you are brave,

but you do not save yourself...

and time flies...

flies
after you - without knowing the count,
and the world changes..

and you are still the same..

you dream that they will find..
but pain and fear are stronger..

and
fly away
with the Fairy...
losing in
your illusion...

Peter!
where are you...
flying....
to the second star
on the right
and so on until the morning!

until the morning...



скажи ...
во сне ты тоже летаешь ..?

потерянный мальчик..

такой..
выбор вечный твой..

сбылось
желание.. -

запретов не зная -
ходить босиком ..
по неба краю

и на облаках лежать…

дразнить дерзко. смерть -
тебе приключенье

..
ты знаешь - как
мальчики теряются…

и страшная сказка
- реальность
- на острове остаться..

где становятся пиратами
либо -
учатся - летать!

и небо в печали
и звёзды молчат ..

и ты где то есть -
по другому никак ..

ты вернёшься
но не останешься..

и будет кто то ждать
тебя.

Питэр

ты от неба имеешь ключи

скажи
куда ты летишь?

верю -
что
лишь
задержался в пути...

но звёзды молчат ..

ты есть -

по другому никак..

Питэр ...

- бежишь от любви ..
заигрался.
чтоб забыть
как предали …

думаешь смелый

но не спасаешь себя ...

и летит время ...

летит
за тобой-
не зная счёта
и мир меняется..

а ты всё такой..

мечтаешь чтоб нашли..
но боль и страх сильней ..

и
улетаешь
с Феей...
теряясь в
иллюзии своей…

Питэр!
где ты ...
летишь....
ко второй звезде
справа
и так до самого утра!

до самого утра...

Au café      (Translated after the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/w2khMpQoAHc


Texte     :  Yves Marilier
Chant     :  Muette
Musique :  Alain Illos

Nous avions rendez-vous
à "La Petite Madeleine"
où nous étions chez nous.
Un café comme on l'aime.
C'est jour anniversaire
de la première fois,
mais tu es à la guerre
et tu ne viendras pas.

J'ai commandé un verre
comm' si tu étais là ;
peut être, je l'espère,
le vin te remplacera.
Tu veux m’écrire une lettre,
je suis venue pour ça,
s'il l’vin tourne la tête,
je crois qu'il m'aidera.

Pour essuyer le fard
qui coule de mes yeux,
je me sers du buvard,
mais je n'y vois pas mieux.
Tu n’as pas écrit une
seule ligne, tu vois,
vu que le porte-plume
se refuse à mes doigts.

J'ai bien peur que la page
ne reste toute blanche
autant que ton visage
qui pleure sur tes manches.
Mais il faut qu'elle s'en aille
te dire tout là-bas
que j'ai le cœur en bataille,
prêt à mourir pour toi. 

Ici, dans notre café
où j'ai vidé mon verre,

l'alcool fait son effet,
elle est finie la guerre
et ma lettre s'envole
pleine de mots d'amour
te dire ma joie folle.
Je rêve à ton retour.
 
Nous avions rendez-vous
à "La Petite Madeleine"
où je suis un peu soûle ;
Dépêche-toi, je t'aime !
Et fais-moi oublier
mes frissons et ma peine,
car je n'ai pas pensé
à mettre une petite laine.
Il faut que tu reviennes.

At Café 

Our appointment was
at "La Petite Madeleine"
where we felt right at home.
A café just the way we like it.
It's the anniversary
of the first time,
but you're at war
and won't be coming.

I've ordered a glass
as if you were here;
maybe, I hope,
the wine will replace you.
You want to write me a letter,
that's why I came,
if l'vin turns his head,
I think he'll help me.

To wipe the blush
from my eyes,
I use the blotting paper,
but I can't see any better.
You haven't written a single
line, you see,
since the
penholder refuses to accept my fingers.

I'm afraid the page
will remain as blank
as your face
weeping on your sleeves.
But it's got to go
tell you all the way over there
that my heart's in knots,
ready to die for you.

Here, in our café
where I've emptied my glass,

the alcohol takes its toll,
the war's over
and my letter flies off
full of words of love
telling you of my mad joy.
I dream of your return.
 
We had an appointment
at "La Petite Madeleine"
where I'm a little drunk;
Hurry up, I love you!
And make me forget
my shivers and my pain,
because I didn't think
of putting on a little wool.
You've got to come back.

Au café avec Muette

/в небе нет сомнений - и не каждый полёт нуждается в карте/
I will make a paper airplane
and send it to you
along the route of a migratory bird
from the sea - point A - to your point B

white origami sheets
folded into
sharp corners
so as not to get lost in the clouds
and checkered sheets - so as not to get wet..

the maps lied to us with a dotted line
if we listened to their lies -
then we would fold our wings and fall
thinking that we will not find the truth..

where the airfield does not accept
a paper airplane will fly
and its radars will not catch
all the dashing air defense - take off!..

....
I will make a paper airplane
and send it to you
along the route of a migratory bird
from the sea - point A - to your point B

***

сделаю бумажный самолётик
и пускай он полетит к тебе
по маршруту птицы перелётной 
с моря — пункта А  - в твой Б

оригами белые страницы
сложные и 
острые углы 
чтобы в облаках не заблудиться
и не мокли в клеточку листы..

карты нам пунктирами наврали
если бы мы слушали их ложь -
то сложили крылья и упали
думая что правды не найдёшь..

где аэродром не принимает
долетит бумажный самолётик
и его радары не поймают
все лихие ПВО —  в пролёте!..

....
сделаю бумажный самолётик
и пускай он полетит к тебе
по маршруту птицы перелётной 
с моря — пункта А  - в твой Б

to you

/ 16 июня /
in your city there is also sun...
and also June - the sixteenth...
you dreamed of thinking in another language..
- it will not come true..

but the rest will work out..!

what happened..?

we did not tell each other everything...
at our meeting
so many lies...
words hidden..
and time wasted
in doubts..

we are tired...
of wandering around real events...

and

your plan succeeded

yes...

but -
so-so..

so-so...

now...
you are far away

incomprehensible...

miles stretch and break...

between us....

you write songs about me
in another language

and I do not understand them...

we are refugees - we are emigrants from each other...

and
your plan succeeded

yes .

but -
it's so-so...

so-so...

в твоём городе тоже солнце...
и тоже июнь - шестнадцатое...
ты мечтал думать на другом языке ..
- это не сбудется..

а остальное удасться ..

что было ..

не всё друг другу сказали...
в нашей встрече 
так много лжи...
слова скрывали ..
и время потерялось 
в сомненьях наших..

мы устали ...
по реальным событиям
скитаться ...

и

твой план удался

да ...

но -
он так себе ..

так себе...

а теперь ...

ты далеко

непостижимо ...

мили тянутся и рвутся ...
между нами....

пишешь песни обо мне
на другом языке

я их не понимаю…

мы беженцы - 
мы друг от друга

эмигранты…

и

твой план удался

да .
но -
он так себе ..

так себе...

so-so

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

Shoelace Budget and Paper Sails

[Verse 1]
You count your change like you're counting time
promise your father you'll mow the lawn
pockets light but your dreams are loud
talking big with your sneakers on

[Verse 2]
I paint my lips like warning signs
red and soft like a stoplight kiss
you look at me like I’m the mess
but I was born to stay like this

[Pre-Chorus]
You said you'd follow
I said—prove it
You said you'd stay
I moved right through it

[Chorus]
Set fire to your paper sails
let them drift where the night can’t follow
shoelace budget hearts on loan
we’re almost there almost home

[Verse 3]
I flirt with time—with ferrymen
my charm's just hope with frayed loose ends
I bet on bluffs I roll my dice
you call me out with half a smile

[Verse 4]
I make your bed with you still in it
I know your tells I never quit it
You dream in sparks you talk in blue
but all your fires burn straight through

[Pre-Chorus]
You said you'd follow
I said—wait
You made a promise
I slipped the gate

[Chorus]
Set fire to your paper sails
let them go when the wind blows
Shoelace dreams with borrowed skin
we’re out of luck but still drift in

[Outro]
Kisses on the dock shoes untied
the ferry horn cries
we never said goodbye

Shoelace Budget and Paper Sails

in the dark

Stale Smoke & Sunlight

[Intro – Instrumental]

[Female– Verse 1]
Cigarette in the sink, burnin’ sideways slow
Lipstick on your glass, but you don't even know
Ashtray's full of silence we don't wanna clear
Your shoes still by the door like you still live here
Sunlight's slicin’ through the blinds, exposin’ every crime
Last night you were poetry — this mornin’, you're just grime
And I can’t scrub you out, though I’ve tried
So I light another smoke and let it die

[Male – Verse 2]
Yeah…
Coffee taste like blood, but I drink it just the same
Head poundin' like your name — yeah, I’m the one to blame
Mirror got the nerve to show me what I did
Same face, less soul… same lies, just slid
You walk past me, wearin’ my tee like a flag
But we ain't got no country, just a bed and a drag
Sun creepin' in like it's got questions
And I ain't got the strength for no confessions

[Female]
Stale smoke and sunlight, baby
That’s all that’s left of us today
We were holy in the dark, maybe
But the daylight never lets us stay
No more jazz, no more wine
Just your silence over mine
And this cheap flat light that won’t go away…

[Male ]
Yeah, we don’t talk, we don’t touch
We just breathe the air too much
And I feel you like a splinter in my spine
Stale smoke and… yeah… too much sunlight

[Break – Instrumental]

[Female – Final Line]
You could’ve left last night — but leavin’ ain’t your style
You linger like regret… and stay a while.

[END – Abrupt Cut]

Stale Smoke & Sunlight

my love is on you

Back at the Old Hall (Piano Improv)

The wind carries secrets from afar, drifting between the leaves, whispering to those who listen. I have heard its voice for centuries, telling stories of distant lands, of dreams once spoken and never forgotten. The wind does not belong to one place – it dances freely, carrying laughter, sorrow, and hope. Close your eyes, wanderer, and let the wind’s whispers guide your heart...

Whispers in the Wind (Shatha’vani)

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