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Akimmmich, Bimo - Suie Tura [muzik.kz].mp3

Еламан Неталиев - Саби Бакыты

Актриса қыз-Diar

Өзің білсең, өзіңе сен

Есте сақта

[Verse]
Jam berputar lambat namun tetap melompat
Setiap detak berbisik, Mundur lembut
Lantai berderit mengeluarkan Sajak hantu
Kita menari waltz di luar waktu

[Chorus]
Langkah kiri, langkah kanan, jangan biarkan aku pergi
Peluk aku erat di mana bayangan panjang tumbuh
Dalam tarian di lereng tangga ini
Kita tersesat dalam waltz di luar waktu

[Verse 2]
Bulan berdiri diam, tak memancarkan cahaya
Angin menyenandungkan lagu-lagu dari masa lalu
Tangan kita terjalin di tempat kejadian perkara
Selamanya waltz di luar waktu

[Bridge]
Masa lalu itu tetap melekat seperti parfummu
Gema rapuh di ruangan
Kita berputar dan tak mengingat masa-masa yang lebih baik
Selamanya waltz di luar waktu ini

[Chorus]
Langkah kiri, langkah kanan, aku tak akan membiarkanmu pergi
Peluk kau tepat saat bayangan panjang tumbuh
Dalam tarian di mana cahaya bintang berirama
Kita tersesat dalam waltz tak lekang oleh waktu

[Outro]
Musiknya memudar, namun kita masih bergoyang
Di malam tak berujung yang terasa seperti siang
Tanpa karangan bunga dan tambang emas
Hanya hidup dalam waltz tak lekang oleh waktu.  

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Engineered by me from my own 3/4 time guitar chord progression in Emaj, wav uploaded to Suno, generated at 100% to style, with starter lyrics GARLANDS AND GOLDMINES, A WALTZ OUT OF TIME - rewritten three times on the fly.

[Verse]
The clock spins slow but still skips a beat
Each tick a whispering soft retreat
The floorboards creak out a ghostly rhyme
We’re dancing a waltz out of time

[Chorus]
Step left, step right, don’t let me go
Hold me tight where long shadows grow
In this dance on a ladders incline
We’re lost in a waltz out of time

[Verse 2]
The moon stands still it sheds no glow
The wind hums tunes from long ago
Our hands entwined at the scene of the crime
Forever a waltz out of time

[Bridge]
The past it lingers like your perfume
A fragile echoing in the room
We spin and recall no better times
Forever this waltz out of time

[Chorus]
Step left, step right, I won’t let you go
Hold you right as the long shadows grow
In this dance where starlight has rhyme
We’re lost in a waltz out of time

[Outro]
The music fades yet we still sway
In endless night that feels like day
No garlands and goldmines
Just life in a waltz out of time
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Waltz Keluar dari Waktu

Part puppet, robot, mannequin
She drifts through memory like perfume in fog.
Velvet, paint, glass eyes, bones of iron.
Her face frowns the aftertaste of applause.
Some nights he sees her in the whiskey glass—
behind a dirty display window, framed so small,
her name etched out on a scratched brass plaque
(the snap) (the whine) (the fall).

(Ride me slow, broken girl,)
(through the wire and flame.)
(Every kiss was rehearsal,)
(every scar your name.)

The tent burned down in a season lull.
Her laughter rose like a phoenix cry.
The carnival hums inside his skull.
Electric rides behind his eyes.
Each blink turns a wheel of chance
He wipes sawdust from her melted skin,
glitter won’t wash from his guilty hands.

(Ride me slow, broken girl,)
(where the mirrors bend.)
(Every song begins in silence,)
(bad dreams don’t fade, they come again.)

She danced with her sister clones,
hip pistons timed like metronomes,
lipstick red as a fresh new wound.
He wrote her name in a hotel Gideon,
tore out the page for a spark of luck.
Turns out luck don’t give a fuck.
He plays her ghost like an old guitar,
sings her name like a falling star.

(Ride me slow, broken girl,)
(through the neon rain.)
(Every breath a prayer,)
(for this broken game.)

Sometimes he sees her through oily haze,
propped up against the edge of the stage.
Legs crossed, half-smile, joints out of whack —
eyes dream of the man who made her.
Or anyone who could put the pieces back.
He tries to speak but can’t find words.

(Ride me slow, broken girl,)
(till the lights all fade.)
(Every heart’s a trapeze that lost its angel,)
(and every fall gets replayed.)

He keeps her costume in a suitcase —
feathers, sequins, ribbon torn clean.
When the needle lifts off the record,
he lifts it to his face, breathes her in.
It’s not resurrection,
just a slow-motion collapse.
But the jukebox plays anyway,
spinning discs already cracked.

(Ride me slow, broken girl,)
(through the ring of flame.)
(Every kiss was rehearsal,)
(every cut your name.)
(Ride me slow, broken girl,)
(till the mirrors melt again.)

(wind you up)
(watch you go)
(one last release)
(broken for the show)

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