Empty Phrases (Sky Lounge Edit)”

[Verse 1 – spoken / half-sung, distant reverb]
You roll two lines off your tongue…
meaningless words… rehearsed and numb.
No deeper truth… just static noise,
a hollow act, a clever ploy.

You find your place in this cruel land,
bow your head… betray your stand.
You take what’s left, or you get none…
forgotten dreams, undone.

⸻

[Pre-Chorus – whispered groove]
Still you rise… still you smile,
empty phrases bought you miles.
You walk through doors once closed,
silence knows… silence knows.

⸻

[Chorus – floating falsetto / echo]
Alone…
haven’t felt love in years.
Alone…
no one to wipe your tears.
That feeling…
yeah, that feeling… you miss.

⸻

[Verse 2 – pulsing bass, spoken-word tone]
Reshape your mind, redesign…
trade your faith for something fine.
Turned your gold into mud,
your kingdom fades to dust.

What once was free… now comes at cost,
the old lie burns, the truth got lost.
Blind through love, blind through pain,
blind inside your name.

⸻

[Chorus – hypnotic repetition / layered vocoder]
Alone…
you haven’t felt love in years.
Alone…
through the noise, no one hears.
That ache…
yeah, that ache… is real.

⸻

[Bridge – airy, dreamlike / spoken echoes overlapping]
All that I am… I gave away.
The mirror cracked… but still I stay.
A wave of love… pulled me out.
She changed me—no doubt.

⸻

[Final Chorus – smooth lift, warm pads + subtle groove]
You changed yourself, the world turned new,
a wave of love, it carried you.
Out of the cage, the golden haze,
away from guilt, away from blame.

⸻

[Outro – minimal fade / whispered loop]
Yeah… that’s the feeling…
that’s the feeling…
you were missing.
Yeah…

empty phrases (house).

4. rain-over-the-canopy-–-mvua-juu-ya-taji-(المطر-فوق-الغابة).mp3

[Intro – forest ambience fading into tribal drums]


نترك الغابة ...  
ونجد الإيقاع الجديد ...  
كل طريق يقود إلى النور  
(We leave the forest / and find a new rhythm / every path leads to light)

نترك الغابة ...  
ونجد الإيقاع الجديد ...  
كل طريق يقود إلى النور  
(We leave the forest / and find a new rhythm / every path leads to light)


From the shadow to the flame,  
A new rhythm calls my name.  
Through the trees, the drums reply,  
Echoes rising to the sky.

[Swahili call]
Ngoma za kule!           (Drums beyond the trees!)  
Tunasikia wito!          (We hear the call!)  
Tunaenda mbali!          (We go far!)  

[Yoruba response]
Awa ni awọn orin ilẹ!   (We are the songs of the land!)  
Ilu wa, agbara wa!       (Our drum, our power!)  
Iwọ ni aye, awa ni orin! (You are life, we are the song!)

[Verse 1]
Feet awaken, hearts align,  
The forest ends, the stars combine.  
A thousand hands begin to beat,  
The night turns gold beneath our feet.

نترك الغابة ...  
ونجد الإيقاع الجديد ...  
كل طريق يقود إلى النور  
(We leave the forest / and find a new rhythm / every path leads to light)

[Chorus – layered chants]
Drums beyond the trees,  
Calling me to seas of sound.  
Voices dance, the world released,  
In rhythm we are found.

[Swahili call]
Ngoma za kule!           (Drums beyond the trees!)  
Tunasikia wito!          (We hear the call!)  
Tunaenda mbali!          (We go far!)  

[Yoruba response]
Awa ni awọn orin ilẹ!   (We are the songs of the land!)  
Ilu wa, agbara wa!       (Our drum, our power!)  
Iwọ ni aye, awa ni orin! (You are life, we are the song!)

[Verse 2]
Leaves to dust, dust to drum,  
Spirit whispers: *“Time has come.”*  
Every echo from the ground,  
Becomes the heartbeat all around.

نترك الغابة ...  
ونجد الإيقاع الجديد ...  
كل طريق يقود إلى النور  
(We leave the forest / and find a new rhythm / every path leads to light)

[Bridge – spoken chant]
One tribe becomes another,  
One song becomes a brother.  
The wind carries all we know,  
And tells us: “Westward, go.”

[Swahili call]
Ngoma za kule!           (Drums beyond the trees!)  
Tunasikia wito!          (We hear the call!)  
Tunaenda mbali!          (We go far!)  

[Yoruba response]
Awa ni awọn orin ilẹ!   (We are the songs of the land!)  
Ilu wa, agbara wa!       (Our drum, our power!)  
Iwọ ni aye, awa ni orin! (You are life, we are the song!)

[Final Chorus – ecstatic choir]
Drums beyond the trees,  
Fire, wind and endless peace.  
Drums beyond the trees,  
Africa calls — and we believe.

[Swahili call]
Ngoma za kule!           (Drums beyond the trees!)  
Tunasikia wito!          (We hear the call!)  
Tunaenda mbali!          (We go far!)  

[Yoruba response]
Awa ni awọn orin ilẹ!   (We are the songs of the land!)  
Ilu wa, agbara wa!       (Our drum, our power!)  
Iwọ ni aye, awa ni orin! (You are life, we are the song!)


نترك الغابة ...  
ونجد الإيقاع الجديد ...  
كل طريق يقود إلى النور  
(We leave the forest / and find a new rhythm / every path leads to light)

drums-beyond-the-trees-–-ngoma-za-kule-(طبول-ما-وراء-الغابة) 2.

slow bloom

Burned out, lying on the bed,  
the world outside feels like your enemy.  
Tomorrow morning circles above you,  
and you think now — you are dying.  

Grey scale of colours on the bookshelves,  
in one row with all the poetry.  
Sagan’s novels pulled you out of the deep again —  
the last first rescue... but how long will it last?  
You really don’t care.  

What’s the meaning of all this education,  
if the only thing that matters is your destiny?  
Temples are empty, God’s hands are trembling,  
a homeless brother asking for his daily fee.  

Finally you leave one of a million flats,  
joining the flow of workers on the streets.  
Factories — beasts with a gaping maw —  
ready to swallow and chew small bites of dreams.  

It’s 6 a.m., but you don’t care,  
dressed in black, with mirrored glasses.  
“Where is your turning point?” you ask  
those empty faces on the streets.  
The answer fades beneath the whisper of pigeons’ wings...  

What’s the meaning of all this education,  
if the only thing that matters is your destiny?  
Temples are empty, God’s hands are trembling,  
a homeless brother asking for his daily fee.  

Another day, another night.  
One of the long line of carriages in your train —  
first class or sleepers —  
just passing by.  

And you stay.

Grey Scale Morning

en-este-cuarto-(-house-)2.

amanecer-en-la-arena-(-house).

Intro instrumental – 
guitarras etéreas, 
bajo envolvente]

Verso 1
Pies sobre la mesa,

manos detrás del cuello,

el tiempo ya no me pesa,

respiro mi mundo bello.

Verso 2
No me preguntes la hora,

ni siquiera la quiero saber.

El reloj se ha rendido,

y yo dejo de correr.

Este momento… 

lo quiero retener.

Estribillo

Tengo todo el tiempo del mundo,

el reloj no tiene rumbo.

Y lo confieso:

me siento bien profundo.


[Puente – coros suaves, solos de guitarra en delay, ecos y susurros]

Verso 3
“No me toques los círculos”

dijo un sabio hace siglos.

Esa frase aún me guía,

aunque vengan mil delirios.

Estribillo final
Cualquiera puede intentarlo,

poner los pies y dejarlo.

Pero mis párpados caen ya,

y si no digo nada más…

es que me voy a soñar.

[Outro – solo largo, ]

No me preguntes la hora,

ni siquiera la quiero saber.

El reloj se ha rendido,

y yo dejo de correr.

Este momento… 

lo quiero retener.

Estribillo

Tengo todo el tiempo del mundo,

el reloj no tiene rumbo.

Y lo confieso:

me siento bien profundo.


[Puente – coros suaves, solos de guitarra en delay, ecos y susurros]

Verso 3
“No me toques los círculos”

dijo un sabio hace siglos.

Esa frase aún me guía,

aunque vengan mil delirios.

Cualquiera puede intentarlo,

2. pausa-del-tiempo-(house)

pulse city ( indie take you high )

[ instrumental intro ]


There is a town you shouldn't meet
when you lost your tears, of pleasure , 
tears off joy 

Galata tower is  watching you
from the point of your attitude
your meanless opinion
when you' r walking through the streets
of the  vhole world of Istanbul.

istanbul streets 
late night among the houses
people are passing you by
street cats
yellow lamps
on the way down, 
[ bridge ]
to the water.

Galata tower is  watching you
from the point of your attitude
your meanless opinion
when you' r walking through the streets
of the  vhole world of Istanbul.

[ instrumental intermezzo ]

streets full of people
emotions love and fears
taksim  square with pigeeons wings
makes you feel for a while
that you  win.

Galata tower is  watching you
from the point of your attitude
your meanless opinion
when you' r walking through the streets
[ bridge ]
of the  vhole world of Istanbul.

[ instrumental outro ]

istanbul-street-story ( tears of joy ).

Intro – echo chanting]
قافلةُ النُجومْ... قافلةُ النُجومْ  
نمشي في ليلٍ طويلْ  
قلبُنا نارٌ... والريحُ غناءْ  

[Verse 1]
خطوتي على الرملِ، والسماءُ مرايا  
صوتُ العودِ يبكي، ثم يضحكُ معَ النايَا  
نرقصُ حولَ النارِ، نغنّي للمسافاتْ  
يا ليلَ البدو، احملْ لنا الحكاياتْ  

[Chorus – male & female choir, call and response]
يا قافلةَ النُجومْ... يا قافلةَ النُجومْ  
نمشي معَ الريحِ، نحوَ الحلمِ البعيدْ  
يا قافلةَ النُجومْ... يا قافلةَ النُجومْ  
إيقاعُ القلوبِ واحدٌ... والسماءُ شهيدْ  

[Instrumental I – oud + qanun duet]  
(oud arpeggios echoing like desert firelight; qanun sparkles over deep kick and darbuka groove)  

[Verse 2]
في العيونِ ضوءُ السرابْ،  
وفي القلوبِ صبرُ العشّاقْ  
تسألُ الرمالُ: مَن أنتَ؟  
أقولُ: أنا ابنُ الطريقْ  

[Refrain – chanting with daf and riq rhythm]
هيّا نمضي، يا إخوتي  
هيّا نرقصْ للسماءْ  
القمرُ شاهدْ، والرملُ يسمعْ  
والليلُ يبتسمْ لنا  

[Instrumental II – tribal percussion break]
(darbuka + udu + daf layering gradually, deep reverb, voices chanting softly: “هيّا... هيّا...”)  

[Bridge – whisper chant, mystical tone]
صوتُ الخيولِ... ضوءُ العيونْ  
نَفَسُ الأرضِ... نغمةُ الجنونْ  

[Chorus – full choir]
يا قافلةَ النُجومْ... يا قافلةَ النُجومْ  
نمشي معَ الريحِ، نحوَ الحلمِ البعيدْ  
يا قافلةَ النُجومْ... يا قافلةَ النُجومْ  
نحملُ أرواحَنا، إلى صباحٍ جديدْ  

[Outro – fade]
(ney solo, whisper repeats “قافلةُ النُجومْ…”)  
(hoofbeats fade into distance)[Intro – echo chanting]
قافلةُ النُجومْ... قافلةُ النُجومْ  
نمشي في ليلٍ طويلْ  
قلبُنا نارٌ... والريحُ غناءْ  

[Verse 1]
خطوتي على الرملِ، والسماءُ مرايا  
صوتُ العودِ يبكي، ثم يضحكُ معَ النايَا  
نرقصُ حولَ النارِ، نغنّي للمسافاتْ  
يا ليلَ البدو، احملْ لنا الحكاياتْ  

[Chorus – male & female choir, call and response]
يا قافلةَ النُجومْ... يا قافلةَ النُجومْ  
نمشي معَ الريحِ، نحوَ الحلمِ البعيدْ  
يا قافلةَ النُجومْ... يا قافلةَ النُجومْ  
إيقاعُ القلوبِ واحدٌ... والسماءُ شهيدْ  

[Instrumental I – oud + qanun duet]  
(oud arpeggios echoing like desert firelight; qanun sparkles over deep kick and darbuka groove)  

[Verse 2]
في العيونِ ضوءُ السرابْ،  
وفي القلوبِ صبرُ العشّاقْ  
تسألُ الرمالُ: مَن أنتَ؟  
أقولُ: أنا ابنُ الطريقْ  

[Refrain – chanting with daf and riq rhythm]
هيّا نمضي، يا إخوتي  
هيّا نرقصْ للسماءْ  
القمرُ شاهدْ، والرملُ يسمعْ  
والليلُ يبتسمْ لنا  

[Instrumental II – tribal percussion break]
(darbuka + udu + daf layering gradually, deep reverb, voices chanting softly: “هيّا... هيّا...”)  

[Bridge – whisper chant, mystical tone]
صوتُ الخيولِ... ضوءُ العيونْ  
نَفَسُ الأرضِ... نغمةُ الجنونْ  

[Chorus – full choir]
يا قافلةَ النُجومْ... يا قافلةَ النُجومْ  
نمشي معَ الريحِ، نحوَ الحلمِ البعيدْ  
يا قافلةَ النُجومْ... يا قافلةَ النُجومْ  
نحملُ أرواحَنا، إلى صباحٍ جديدْ  

[Outro – fade]
(ney solo, whisper repeats “قافلةُ النُجومْ…”)  
(hoofbeats fade into distance)

‎⁨�--قافلة-النجوم-(qāfilat-al-nujūm)--–--the⁩.

:
“Halfway to 1 Million monthly plays — Thank You 💫”

“نصف الطريق نحو المليون — شكراً لكم 💫”

1M+ plays. 100% independent.  
DIY spirit. Global sound. 1M strong.  
A million hearts. One frequency.  
Thanks for 1,000,000 — next stop: infinity.
نصف الطريق نحو المليون 🌙  
أكثر من ٤١٦ ألف استماع خلال آخر ٣٠ يوم — شكراً لكل من استمع وشارك وحافظ على وهج الموسيقى.  
بدأت الرحلة من غرفةٍ صغيرة… والآن تصل الأصوات إلى العالم.  
دعونا نصل إلى المليون معاً 🖤  
— H-dMan Such (سلافومير)


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