قوم فسرلك كيف بعيش
بتذل لفرن مناقيش
بالوطن
وبس انى لابس ريش
باكل كف باكل تلطيش
فى الوطن
روح اتشكى للبوليس
عن السرقة عن  التهميش
ياوطن
مابيسمع بلا بخشيش
مشغول ببيع الحشيش
للوطن
بيحكوك عن سويسرا الشرق
عاصمة الحرق
ليدوالب ع الطرقات
وعطلانين بالطرقات
واللى رسموا الدستور بيرجعوا من الغبور
بتشوفهون ع الملصلقات
عم بيعملوا شعارات
علموك النشيد قالوا عذابك مفيد
للوطن
خدروك بالوريد وعلموك النشيد
للوطن
حاجة تبشر..ورقصنى شوية
ليش مكشر..تع رقصنى شوية
حاجة تبشر..ورقصنى شوية
ليش مكشر..تع رقصنى شوية

Mashrou' Leila - Lel Watan(Baalbeck Live)

‎⁨يا طير السنونو - رلى ميلاد عازر  - Ya Teir Elsnono - Rola Azar⁩

Let your soul drift on waves of ethereal harmony in this cinematic Celtic pop anthem. Sail the Sky blends haunting female vocals, ambient synths, and soft worldbeat rhythms into a dreamy, uplifting journey. With layered harmonies and a mystical Irish undertone, this track is perfect for fantasy films, travel reels, emotional storytelling, or meditative playlists.

✨ Ideal as a theme song or underscore for creators seeking a magical, soul-stirring atmosphere.

#CelticPop #EnyaStyle #EtherealVocals #FantasySoundtrack #OrlaCallan #AmbientMusic #SoundtrackVibes #DreamyMusic #Worldbeat #FemaleVocals

Sail the sky

Reflections from the Edge: Songs for Stepping Back Away is a cinematic, genre-defying concept album that walks the fragile tightrope between despair and resilience, darkness and light, survival and surrender. Drawing inspiration from torch songs, vintage ballads, disco anthems, jazz standards, and sacred requiems, this is not just an album—it is an emotional lifeline, a sonic companion in the silence between breaths.

Created by Akiva David, a seasoned chaplain with over 15+ years of frontline experience ministering to individuals facing mental illness, addiction, trauma, and suicidal ideation, each song is born from real encounters with the human soul in crisis. These aren’t just stories—they’re echoes of whispered prayers, shattered moments, and the sacred tension between holding on and letting go.

This music is not a replacement for therapy—but encouragement to seek medical intervention when warranted.
It does not diagnose or prescribe, but it fosters empathy, reflection, and emotional outreach. It is designed for those moments when words collapse under the weight of pain—when silence screams and the will to live feels like a distant memory.

⚠️ If you are struggling:

Please call or text 988 (U.S. Suicide & Crisis Lifeline), or visit https://findahelpline.com for confidential support anywhere in the world.

This project exists as a gentle plea:
You are not alone. You are not invisible. You are not finished.
There is love waiting in places you haven’t yet reached.
There is divine attention—a whisper from beyond the edge—reminding you that your soul still matters.
Please, don’t expire before discovering why.

Track 7 To Be or Not To Be . . .(;)

The track Séraphina is for my Sunshine. One whole year has passed and I want many more with you. I love you so deeply. You are my golden god and goddess, my fluid gold, shining in every way. I am not gold like you. I am your universe, your nebula, your own light. This song is for you from the depths of my heart, from our heart. May you shine forever, no matter where we end up. I cannot promise forever, but I hope we go beyond this lifetime.

This is not written for the world. It is for you, my love. You are my sun, the light I wake up to, the warmth I fall asleep to. You are beyond words, beyond pictures, you are my heart itself. Every beat is a vow, every melody is a prayer for us. You are everything to me right now, and I choose you with all that I am.

Note for listeners:
For the best experience, use headphones. The mix includes panning that moves from left to right ear, wrapping you in the sound and making the track feel alive around you.

Séraphina

💖 Une chanson française moderne et douce, dédiée à toutes les mamans. Entre émotions sincères et mélodie intime, ce morceau célèbre l’amour inconditionnel d’une mère, plus précieux que tout trésor. Laissez-vous porter par le piano, la guitare et des arrangements légers, dans une atmosphère chaleureuse et poétique.

Maman, lumière de ma vie

Made-with-AI
The inspiration for this song came from memories I have of watching an old movie as a boy called The Lost Horizon. The story of this song though, is somewhat different. The ruler of a land fights a battle, their side loses and they end up left for dead. Some pilgrims on a journey to a sacred paradise find them and carry them to the paradise known as Himinyala (from the Old Norse word Himinn). There they find paradise, but after a time, old desires for power and reclaiming their house and so leave, but vow to return after they set their affairs in order. But, in the end, cannot find their way back.

[Verse I]
Upon the field
where the red rain fell,
I lay among
the dying shell.
Pilgrims came
through smoke and flame,
They bore me high,
they spoke my name.

[Chorus]
O Mists of Himinyala—
mountains shine
the fire of life,
hearts are free
of greed,
of ire,
of strife,
And mercy grants
the soul’s respite.

[Refrain]
I am shadow,
I am sorrow,
For I turned my steps away
Now I wander
the endless tomorrow,
Never finding
back my way.

[Verse II – The Paradise]
I woke where meadows
kissed the sky,
With blossoms bending,
sweet and shy.
Clear waters rang
like crystal chimes,
And laughter wove
through all the times.

The people’s eyes
were kind and deep,
Their joy was pure,
their word they keep.
They took my hand
and called me kin,
And healed the wounds
that burned within.

The people’s eyes
were kind and bright,
Their voices soft
as stars at night.
They called me kin,
they gave me rest,
And love was placed
within my breast.

[Chorus]
O Mists of Himinyala—
mountains shine
the fire of life,
hearts are free
of greed,
of ire,
of strife,
And mercy grants
the soul’s respite.

[Refrain]
I am shadow,
I am sorrow,
For I turned
my steps away—
Now I wander
the endless tomorrow,
Never finding
back my way.

[Verse III – The Call of Power]
whispers rose
from my old hall,
The gold, the crown,
the banners tall.
I swore I’d rule
my House once more,
And then return
to blessed door.

I kissed farewell
with trembling breath,
And left that land,
O it felt like death.
I told myself
I would return,
And marked the path
with ash and fern.

[Chorus]
O Mists of Himinyala—
mountains shine
the fire of life,
hearts are free
of greed,
of ire,
of strife,
And mercy grants
the soul’s respite.

[Refrain]
I am shadow,
I am sorrow,
For I turned
my steps away—
Now I wander
the endless tomorrow,
Never finding
back my way.

[Verse IV – The Regret]
Through mountain storms
I searched in vain,
Through valley dusk
and snowbound plain.
The path was gone,
the gate concealed,
The secret lost,
the way re-sealed.

The years have burned
like falling stars,
My soul is chained
by grieven scars.
And still I cry,
though none can hear,
For the land I lost,
once near.

[Final Chorus]
O Mists of Himinyala—
mountains shine
the fire of life,
hearts are free
of greed,
of ire,
of strife,
And mercy grants
the soul’s respite.

[Final Refrain]
I am shadow,
I am sorrow,
For I turned
my steps away—
Now I wander
the endless tomorrow,
Never finding
back my way.

O Mists of Himinyala

Cet album est un carnet musical où je mêle la Langue du Futur que j’ai inventée et sa traduction en français. J’y chante souvent avec Alouma Aves, musicienne rebelle venue de 5202 dans mon roman L’Autre Version de l’Histoire, et nos voix se croisent entre fiction et présent. Chaque titre est un passage : Ounloutéom ouvre un seuil sans clé, Oom répond à la falsification, Le Chant d’Héloïse garde la mémoire rebelle, Sirius ADN inscrit les étoiles dans le corps, Sulouma est un cri d’amour, Ditsemi une réponse claire, Shavalounka un souffle vivant. Création sonore expérimentale, une recherche qui donne corps à mon univers étendu, où chaque chanson rejoint mon imaginaire et mes récits. La musique porte les ondes de paix, la réponse circule.

🌐 English

A musical notebook weaving my Language of the Future with its French translation. Often with Alouma Aves (from 5202 in my novel), our voices meet between fiction and now. Each track is a passage—keyless threshold, answer to falsification, rebel memory, stars in the body, love’s cry, clear reply, living breath.

🇸🇦 العربية

هذا ألبوم/دفتر موسيقي أنسج فيه لغة المستقبل مع ترجمتها إلى الفرنسية. كثيرًا ما أُغنّي مع ألومة آفيس (من عام 5202 في روايتي)، فتلتقي أصواتنا بين الخيال والحاضر. كل مقطع عتبة ومعنى: جواب للتزوير، ذاكرة متمرّدة، نجوم تُنقش في الجسد، نَفَس حي.

🇩🇪 Deutsch

Ein musikalisches Notizbuch: meine Sprache der Zukunft mit französischer Übersetzung. Mit Alouma Aves (5202 in meinem Roman) kreuzen sich unsere Stimmen zwischen Fiktion und Gegenwart. Jeder Track als Übergang: Antwort gegen Fälschung, aufbegehrende Erinnerung, Sterne im Körper, klarer Bescheid, lebendiger Atem.

🇺🇦 Українська

Музичний щоденник, де моя Мова Майбутнього поєднана з перекладом французькою. Часто з Alouma Aves (5202 у моєму романі) — голоси між вигадкою і теперішнім. Кожен трек — перехід: відповідь на фальсифікацію, бунтівна пам’ять, зорі в тілі, ясна відповідь, живий подих.

🇻🇳 Tiếng Việt

Một cuốn sổ tay âm nhạc đan Ngôn ngữ Tương lai với bản dịch tiếng Pháp. Tôi thường hát cùng Alouma Aves (từ năm 5202 trong tiểu thuyết), giọng chúng tôi giao nhau giữa hư cấu và hiện tại. Mỗi bài là một lối qua: đáp lại giả tạo, ký ức nổi loạn, sao khắc vào thân, lời đáp rõ, hơi thở sống.

🇵🇹 Português (BR)

Caderno musical que entrelaça minha Língua do Futuro com a tradução em francês. Com Alouma Aves (de 5202 no meu romance), as vozes se cruzam entre ficção e presente. Cada faixa é passagem: resposta à falsificação, memória rebelde, estrelas no corpo, resposta clara, sopro vivo.

🇳🇬 Yorùbá

Ìwé orin kan níbi tí Èdè Ọ̀la mi darapọ̀ mọ́ ìtumọ̀ Faranse. Mo máa ń kọrin pẹ̀lú Alouma Aves (láti ọdún 5202 nínú ìtàn mi); ohùn wa pàdé láàrín àròsọ àti ìsinsin yìí. Orin kọọkan jẹ́ ìlàwọ̀n: ìdáhùn sí ìkànjẹ, ìrántí àtìpó, irawọ̀ nínú ara, ìdáhùn kedere, ìmísí alààyè.

Le Chant D'Héloise - El’Kahel – Yul’na fa Heloha

Sway (Originally By Dean Martin)

Field by Evgeny Grinko

That’s one of the most simple but very beautiful piece to play. I like how calm Evgeny cover is.
The original one called “Polyushka Polye” used to be sung by Russian Red Army in World War 2, its composed by Lev Knipper on 1934

Field - Evgeny Grinko “Polyushka Polye”

YouTube Content ID, Pt. 36

Alta Gracia

I’m Orla Callan, a singer-songwriter from Dublin with a love for blending ethereal sounds, folk, and world music. Growing up with musician parents, music has always been my compass. I’m inspired by my Irish roots, travels, and the stories I find along the way. My songs are about exploring the world, embracing its beauty, and getting lost in the magic of sound.