“Language of Scars” is a cinematic folk-pop ballad that captures the raw beauty of love and scars. Acoustic guitar and piano form the foundation, while atmospheric layers and soaring choruses bring out its emotional power. The lyrics tell the story of a love that is rare, unshakable, and deeply human — a soul so unique, she could inspire songs forever. Intimate yet anthemic, it’s a timeless ode to devotion.”

Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
She’s got a way of looking straight through,
Right to the other side.
She carries every heartbreak
Like it barely touched her life.
She don’t waste her words —
I guess she’s said it all before.
She’s not one for talking,
But she speaks in the language of scars.
[Pre-Chorus]
And she’s the kind of soul
You could write songs about forever.
Yeah, she’s the kind of soul
You could write songs about forever.
[Chorus]
Oh, but there’s only one of her,
Only one of her,
Only one of her —
And she’s all mine.
[Verse 2]
I’ve been known to trip on my own words
From time to time.
It gets worse when I’m nervous,
Or when I try too hard to make her smile.
But she’s not like that — no,
She don’t play those games.
She knows the difference
Between a true love and a chain.
[Pre-Chorus]
And she’s the kind of soul
You could write songs about forever.
Oh, she’s the kind of soul
You could write songs about forever.
[Chorus]
But there’s only one of her,
Only one of her,
Only one of her —
And she’s all mine.

Language of Scars

“Photographs That Burn” is a dark cinematic folk-pop anthem about loss, memory, and release. Built on acoustic roots and layered with moody strings, atmospheric synths, and soaring choruses, the track moves from haunting verses to explosive refrains. Its lyrics capture the pain of watching love turn to ashes — and the strength of rising from what remains. A cathartic blend of heartbreak and resilience.

Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Tired of saying I’m tired of staying,
It’s a waste of breath.
We don’t move like the way we used to,
Now there’s nothing left.
[Pre-Chorus]
Let it all burn down,
Turn it into ground.
[Chorus]
I’m staring at the photographs that burn,
Ashes of a love we can’t return.
Every memory fading into flame,
Only smoke remains.
I’m staring at the photographs that burn,
Watching what we were slip through the fire.
Nothing left to learn —
Only photographs that burn.
[Verse 2]
The story spins but the pages crumble,
And the plot’s unclear.
Every line that we tried to live in
Disappears.
[Pre-Chorus]
Let it all burn down,
Turn it into ground.
[Chorus]
I’m staring at the photographs that burn,
Ashes of a love we can’t return.
Every memory fading into flame,
Only smoke remains.
I’m staring at the photographs that burn,
Watching what we were slip through the fire.
Nothing left to learn —
Only photographs that burn.
[Verse 3]
The walls still whisper the fights we lost,
Shadows of our past.
Every promise we swore was endless
Turned to ash.
[Bridge]
Let the fire take it higher,
Every frame consumed by light.
What we were is gone forever,
But I’m stronger on the other side.
[Final Chorus]
I’m staring at the photographs that burn,
Ashes of a love we won’t return.
Every memory fading into flame,
But I’ll rise again.
I’m staring at the photographs that burn,
Watching what we were fall through the fire.
Nothing left to yearn —
Only photographs that burn.

Smoke Remains

“The Sun Will Wait” is a cinematic folk-pop ballad that captures the beauty of stillness before the day begins. Acoustic roots blend with atmospheric textures, moody strings, and soft harmonies to create a dreamlike space between night and morning. Lyrically tender and hopeful, the track reflects on peace, patience, and the quiet strength of rising in your own time. A song for reflection, rest, and renewal.

Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
The moon’s been watching over me,
Holding me close through the quiet night.
I drifted deep into fragile dreams,
Carried by her silver light.
But now the morning whispers low,
Birdsong breaking soft and slow.
It tells me it’s time to rise,
But I’m not ready to let go.
[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna stay here,
Wrapped inside this peace.
I just wanna stay here,
Before the moment leaves.
[Chorus]
The sun will wait, it always does.
The dawn won’t fade, it shines for us.
The world can turn, but I’ll be late —
The sun will wait, the sun will wait.
[Verse 2]
Just one more heartbeat, just one more breath,
Then I’ll step into the day ahead.
But here in the stillness, I’m alive,
I’ve found a place where hope survives.
The morning calls, the curtain lifts,
But I’ll take the quiet while it exists.
The light can linger on the gate —
I know the sun will wait.
[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna stay here,
In the gentle glow.
I just wanna stay here,
Before the day can know.
[Chorus]
The sun will wait, it always does.
The dawn won’t fade, it shines for us.
The world can turn, but I’ll be late —
The sun will wait, the sun will wait.
[Bridge]
And when I rise, I’ll rise with grace,
With morning’s fire upon my face.
But for now, in the quiet shade,
I’ll rest my soul, unafraid.
[Final Chorus]
The sun will wait, it always does.
The dawn won’t fade, it shines for us.
No need to rush, no need to chase —
The sun will wait, the sun will wait.

The Sun Will Wait

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Night and day… the drum won’t stop
Root of Angola… Lisbon calls

Body beats, the ground shakes
Step is firm, blood aches
Light and shadow, all will spin
The beat calls, the soul breathes in

Night and day, fire on the ground
The drumbeat guides, heart resounds
Night and day, the power of voice
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Distant sea, the wave will rise
An ancient cry, it never dies
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The drumbeat guides, heart resounds
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Africa lives, it pulses in sound
Lisbon feels it, the drum beats loud

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Night and day, the power of voice

For ten days I'm in RELOAD mode, reworking all my creations from the past twenty days and transforming them into a different musical universe
The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

Dision creates music that lives in the space between darkness and light — cinematic, haunting, and deeply emotional. With atmospheric production and introspective lyrics, each track explores themes of isolation, connection, and resilience. From the fragile pull of “Under Alone” to the urgent reflection of “Cold World,” Dision’s songs are stories of human struggle and survival, painted with moody textures and raw emotion.
For listeners who crave music that feels both intimate and cinematic, Dision offers a soundtrack for late nights, restless thoughts, and the search for meaning in a fractured world.

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