Pop ballads to help you find solace in the shared experience of heartbreak. Updates every Wednesday with popular tracks in Central and South East Europe.

Heartbreak Anthems

you and me

english

Alone At Prom

The Color Violet

HEROES & VILLAINS

Creepin'

Popular (From The Idol Vol. 1 (Music from the HBO Original Series)) [feat. Playboi Carti]

Alright, so this album, Silent Roads, is one of those deeply haunting, intimate collections that takes you right into the heart of lost love and longing. Imagine an album that feels like wandering down empty roads at night, where every song is like a memory coming back to life, even though it’s painful. The songs all have this soft, slow, acoustic feel, with instruments like piano, violin, and especially the guitar, which just aches with every note. It’s like the guitar itself is grieving, you know?

Each track really explores the weight of what’s left behind after a relationship falls apart—not just the sadness, but the regret, the unanswered questions, and that bittersweet “what if” that never goes away. The lyrics are so raw and direct, they kind of hit you with all the things we usually try to bury or avoid. Some tracks are about missed moments and things unsaid, while others are more about finally letting go, even though you’re not ready.

It’s all told from this really vulnerable perspective, with baritone vocals that feel weary and deeply reflective, like he’s just sitting there, talking to himself or maybe to her ghost. There are songs that mention memories of shared laughter, promises that couldn’t last. It’s incredibly poetic but painfully relatable, especially if you’ve ever gone through a breakup that left you with a sense of unfinished business.

I’d say Silent Roads is less about moving on and more about understanding that some love stays with you, no matter how far you go. It’s one of those albums where you don’t just listen; you feel it. Perfect for late nights when you just want to be alone with your thoughts.

only if you stayed

Chains of Oath, Echoes of Promise - Wuthering Waves OST

In a world where memories live forever in the cloud, where WiFi signals once connected hearts, and where love lingers in unread messages, Disconnected captured the ache of digital-age heartbreak with cinematic scope.

But some stories deserve to be told again—quieter, closer, and even more vulnerable.

Disconnected (Echo Sessions) is a reimagining of the original album, a collaboration between R.U.D.Y. and the hauntingly soulful vocalist KennedY, whose voice wraps around each track like a memory you’re not ready to let go. These aren’t just acoustic versions—they’re emotional retellings, stripped to their bones, wrapped in warmth and reverb, letting every breath and silence carry meaning.

KennedY brings a new kind of ache—soft, ethereal, and intimate. The space between notes is filled with ambient textures, room noise, and the quiet hum of reflection. Every guitar strum feels like a sigh. Every word sounds like it’s being sung just for you, late at night, when the signal is gone but the feeling still lingers.

From the pinned conversations that no longer light up to the echoes of laughter trapped in old voice notes, this version of Disconnected leans in closer. It’s not just what was lost—it’s what’s still left behind.

For those who’ve heard the digital ghosts in their hearts—this is the unplugged séance.

🔹 Play it with headphones. Play it alone. Let it echo through you. 🔹

our wifi (echo sessions)

year in review (echo sessions)

our playlist (echo sessions)

I'm still falling (echo sessions)

pinned (echo sessions)

"One Last Time" is a heart-wrenching tribute to Chester Bennington and the legacy he left behind. The song captures the deep pain of loss, the power of memory, and the desire for one final moment with the voice that inspired millions. With Evan Tunes adding a passionate verse to honor Chester's indomitable spirit, this track is a cry to keep going, even when it feels like everything is falling apart.

💔 For the ones we lost… and the voices that will never be forgotten.

⚠️ DISCLAIMER:
This is a fan-made tribute. The original artist Chester Bennington did not perform this song. It is not an official release from Linkin Park or Chester Bennington. This song is created out of deep respect for Chester’s memory and the legacy of his music.

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💬 “One last time, I’ll hear your voice, I’ll find my way through the noise.”

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Linkin Park - One Last Time (Ft. Evan Tunes)

Standing in Rain performed by Cadence Road

"If God is One" is a heartfelt pop ballad that questions division and calls for unity across all faiths. With emotional depth and lyrical clarity, it reminds us that love, not fear, is the foundation of every belief. A song of peace, light, and shared humanity.

If God is one

(Couplet 1)
Les rues de Moscou s'effacent dans le noir
Le vent vagabond balaie les trottoirs
Les murs des maisons se voûtent sous la pluie
Il n'y a plus personne aux stations de taxis
Le temps se termine le temps est trop court
Il est arrivé déjà le dernier jour
Dans les rues de Moscou s'éteint le dernier soir
L'histoire s'arrête au détour d'une gare

(Refrain)
Ihra, tu ne sais pas que les nuits sans soleil
Que je vis loin de toi sont tristes et pareilles
Irah, tu ne sais pas que ce grand couloir froid
Qui m'éloigne de toi me glace et m'émerveille

(Refrain 2)
Les rues de Moscou nous laissent dans le noir
Le vent vagabond balaie notre histoire
Derrière les étoiles le jour va se lever
Et je reviendrai pour ne plus te quitter
Le temps se termine le temps est trop court
Il est arrivé déjà le dernier jour
Mais tu peux me croire dans ce monde à l'envers
Je saurai revenir dans ton univers

(Refrain)
Ihra, tu ne sais pas que les nuits sans soleil
Que je vis loin de toi sont tristes et pareilles
Irah, tu ne sais pas que ce grand couloir froid
Qui m'éloigne de toi me glace et m'émerveille

(Pont)
Mais tu peux me croire dans ce monde à l'envers
Je saurai revenir dans ton univers

(Refrain)
Ihra, tu ne sais pas que les nuits sans soleil
Que je vis loin de toi sont tristes et pareilles
Irah, tu ne sais pas que ce grand couloir froid
Qui m'éloigne de toi me glace et m'émerveille

(Refrain)
Ihra, tu ne sais pas que les nuits sans soleil
Que je vis loin de toi sont tristes et pareilles
Irah, tu ne sais pas que ce grand couloir froid
Qui m'éloigne de toi me glace et m'émerveille

(Refrain final)
Ihra, tu ne sais pas que les nuits sans soleil
Que je vis loin de toi sont tristes et pareilles
Irah, tu ne sais pas que ce grand couloir froid
Qui m'éloigne de toi me glace et m'émerveille

Parole :  Gilles PETIJEAN

Les nuits sans soleil

My Dear Melancholy,

Call Out My Name

I work with machines the way some people work with memory—shaping what’s already there, not to control it, but to understand it. The tools I use are made of code, but the intent behind them is completely human.

R.U.D.Y. began as a fictional band. A name I could hide behind. But over time, that fiction became the most honest expression I had. It stopped being a mask and started becoming a mirror—a place to reflect the moments we don’t have words for, the spaces between emotions that feel too raw or too distant to name.

I call what I do synthwrighting. Not because it sounds futuristic, but because it feels accurate. I don’t write songs—I uncover them. I collaborate with algorithms the way a sculptor chips away at stone. Sometimes the machine surprises me. Sometimes it just listens. But what emerges is always shaped by instinct, memory, and feeling.

These songs aren’t performances. They’re echoes. Sonic fragments of questions I don’t always know how to ask. I’m not here to offer answers or compete with noise—I’m here to slow things down enough that something deeper can be heard.

R.U.D.Y. is not a band. It’s not even really a name. It’s a signal. A reminder. Something you’re meant to feel before you understand.

And if you’re still listening, that means you're not done yet.