عصام ساتي وعلي نصرالدين _ راكب خلال.mp3

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الشباك
كلمات : عادل ابراهيم محمد خير 
الحان و اداء : علي الزين

الشباك | عود

مصطفى سيد أحمد شمعة في ليل الحيارى

The Sudanese lazy song_Heema

Verse 1:
He still steps into my dreams, soft, moonlit over water.
Not the version that wanders through daylight shadows,
not the one memory keeps rewriting,
but the him I knew with absolute certainty.
The him my heart remembers without effort.
In that place, everything warms.
We sit close—closer than waking life allows—
two silhouettes carved from calm,
moving in a rhythm that never stumbles.
His shoulder touches mine, untouched by distance.
His hand finds mine, memory intact.

Pre-Chorus 1:
I hold those nights lightly.
I trust their quiet gift.

Chorus 1:
In dreams, we keep existing.
In dreams, we keep choosing each other.
We laugh, time never bends us.
We touch and the universe stays kind.
And when dawn rises and the colors fade,
I let the warmth remain without reaching.
He stays where he belongs—
in that soft world behind my eyes,
a place where nothing breaks.

Verse 2:
In dreams, he looks at me with that old quiet wonder,
the world narrows down to something simple—
just us, just now, untouched by endings.
No fear in his eyes. No weight on mine.
We drift through invented places:
gold-washed corridors, rooftops that glow,
shorelines built from imagination.
We joke, we wander, we linger in soft corners,
and every moment turns to forgiveness in motion.
And I feel whole there—
not longing, not aching—
just peaceful in a way morning never quite recreates.

Pre-Chorus 2:
I hold those nights lightly.
I trust their quiet gift.

Chorus 2:
In dreams, we keep existing.
In dreams, we keep choosing each other.
We laugh, time never bends us.
We touch and the universe stays kind.
And when dawn rises and the colors fade,
I let the warmth remain without reaching.
He stays where he belongs—
in that soft world behind my eyes,
a place where nothing breaks.

Verse 3:
Sometimes we walk through wide open fields
lit by a sun that doesn't belong anywhere but sleep.
Sometimes he takes my hand and means it forever,
our story never trips on reality,
never tangled in timing.
I lean into that version of us—
not out of need, not out of sorrow—
but because it holds love in its most tender form.
A love that doesn't demand.
A love that simply glows.

Bridge:
Morning arrives without apology.
I wake with steady palms and open hands.
The dream slips away, a tide receding,
gentle, quiet, leaving warmth on the sand.
I don't chase it.
I don't try to bring him into noon.
I let the memory settle, bright dust in sunlight.

Final Chorus:
In dreams, we keep existing.
In dreams, we keep choosing each other.
Our laughter carries on soft wind.
Our closeness hums, a secret song.
Even when daylight opens its hands,
I rise with the glow the dream left behind—
a soft echo, a gentle truth:
some versions of us live best in darkness
where nothing falls apart.
(Ad-lib: Where nothing falls apart...)

Outro:
So I honor that world behind my eyelids—
the world where he still holds my hand,
where we still fit,
where I can wake up smiling,
grateful, quiet, and free enough
to let it go.
(Fade to hum with strings)

Dreamstepper

He realizes: “Whatever this place is… it feels good just to exist here.”
Colors, food, air, music, people — Draco celebrates the simple miracle of being alive in a human world.

The Sudanese lazy song_Heema

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