Chị tôi (Live Performance)  - Quốc Thiên | ST: Trần Tiến | Live at Musique De Salon

Hoa (Cover)

MÂY TRỜI MANG NẮNG ĐI THEO NHẠC BUỒN

Hồng Ân Chúa - Sáng tác - Falê - Trình bày - Kim Tuyến - MV Studio Thánh Ca

Story
The Siren of the Rhine... A love story with echoes of legend
In the misty folds of the Upper Rhine, where the waters turn emerald and the echoes of the Alps whisper ancient secrets, lived a creature who belonged neither to the world of men nor to that of spirits. They called her Loretta, the Siren of the Rhine, though her true name had been lost in the currents of time.

They say she was born from the tears of a star that fell into Lake Constance, and that her song could halt the course of ships or make willows bloom in the dead of winter. Her hair was like silver seaweed, and her eyes, two submerged moons.

Every night, when the clock of the Stein am Rhein abbey struck midnight, Loretta emerged from among the rocks of Lorelei, that promontory the fishermen avoided, and sang. Not out of vanity, but out of love. For centuries before, a young Swiss minstrel, Alaric, had heard her voice and promised to return. But he never did. Generations passed. The Rhine changed course, castles crumbled, and men forgot. All except her.

Until one day, a young violinist named Matteo, from Basel, came to the river seeking inspiration. He had heard rumors of an impossible melody, a harmony that could only be grasped by listening with an open heart and bare feet on the damp stone.

Matteo played his violin by the water. And Loretta, for the first time in centuries, did not sing. She listened.

Night after night, he returned. And she, invisible, wove a second voice with her song, a voice that intertwined with the violin. Thus was born a music that was not of this world... neither human nor magical, but both.

But the love between a mortal and a creature of the river cannot last without sacrifice.
On the last moon of autumn, Loretta revealed herself. Matteo did not flee. He offered her his violin, carved from wood from the Aargau forest, and asked only one thing... that she remember him.

She accepted. And with a kiss that tasted of dew and salt, she enveloped him in a wave of light. Matteo disappeared, but his music remained.

Since then, on certain foggy nights, the fishermen of the Rhine claim to hear a violin and a voice searching for each other, finding one another, and merging into a sweet lament. They say it is Loretta, still singing. Not to attract, but to remember.

🎶 Listen 💫 Share 💬 Comment ➕📃🎧 Add to your playlists... Because this journey is meaningless without you... Thank you for being here... J. Bilbao

Thuận Theo Ý Trời cover - Sáo trúc Hoàng Anh

KenKaKa

Related tracks