Whispered to the city – the most intimate moment of conversation with Tbilisi.

A tender farewell to Tbilisi told through 11 bluesy, soulful, and folk-infused songs.
These are whispers under the city’s moonlight – love, memory, and quiet acceptance. A journey of leaving, but never losing what stays in the heart.

Moonlight Whispers

Whispered to the City

The streets that know my tears – a moment of deep pain and revelation.

A tender farewell to Tbilisi told through 11 bluesy, soulful, and folk-infused songs.
These are whispers under the city’s moonlight – love, memory, and quiet acceptance. A journey of leaving, but never losing what stays in the heart.

Streets That Know My Tears

The city fades, but not in me – nostalgia without pain.

A tender farewell to Tbilisi told through 11 bluesy, soulful, and folk-infused songs.
These are whispers under the city’s moonlight – love, memory, and quiet acceptance. A journey of leaving, but never losing what stays in the heart.

The City Fades, but Not in Me

She leaves, the city stays – the final departure, a feeling of freedom and flight.

A tender farewell to Tbilisi told through 11 bluesy, soulful, and folk-infused songs.
These are whispers under the city’s moonlight – love, memory, and quiet acceptance. A journey of leaving, but never losing what stays in the heart.

She Leaves, the City Stays

Last look at the river – a quiet farewell, but filled with tenderness.

A tender farewell to Tbilisi told through 11 bluesy, soulful, and folk-infused songs.
These are whispers under the city’s moonlight – love, memory, and quiet acceptance. A journey of leaving, but never losing what stays in the heart.

Last Look at the River

The balcony before the farewell – the first step, when you feel you will soon leave.
A tender farewell to Tbilisi told through 11 bluesy, soulful, and folk-infused songs.
These are whispers under the city’s moonlight – love, memory, and quiet acceptance. A journey of leaving, but never losing what stays in the heart.

Balcony Before the Farewell

She is the echo of every woman who burned and still walked.
Her song starts in a whisper and rises like fire between ridges.
With tribal drums and Psychedelic folk harmonies, this piece opens the ceremony — the voice of blood, sky, and memory.

She doesn't rise. She remembers.

Four songs carved in stone, whispered in flames, and dreamt by the mountains.
A ritual journey of a woman who walks alone — not as a stranger, but as a force.

Tribal blues, Psychedelic folk, and ritual drums braid together the voice of fire, bone, ash, and stone.
These are not just songs — they are spells.

Fire Beneath Her Bones is Leya’s invocation — fierce, feminine, unforgettable.

Fire Beneath Her Bones

Her Fire in the Mountains

In the ashes, her voice still speaks.
Whispered chants, ceremonial drums, and ancient sorrow form a bridge between pain and transformation.
This song is her rebirth — soft, but unbreakable.
She doesn't rise. She remembers.

Four songs carved in stone, whispered in flames, and dreamt by the mountains.
A ritual journey of a woman who walks alone — not as a stranger, but as a force.

Tribal blues, Psychedelic folk, and ritual drums braid together the voice of fire, bone, ash, and stone.
These are not just songs — they are spells.

Fire Beneath Her Bones is Leya’s invocation — fierce, feminine, unforgettable.

Ashes Speak My Name

Her heart beats like distant drums in thunder.
Carved into canyon echoes, her soul lingers where silence dares.
Rooted, fierce, and slow-burning — this is her grounding spell.

She doesn't rise. She remembers.

Four songs carved in stone, whispered in flames, and dreamt by the mountains.
A ritual journey of a woman who walks alone — not as a stranger, but as a force.

Tribal blues, Psychedelic folk, and ritual drums braid together the voice of fire, bone, ash, and stone.
These are not just songs — they are spells.

Fire Beneath Her Bones is Leya’s invocation — fierce, feminine, unforgettable.

Under the Skin of Stone

Born from thunder and hunger, this track is a war chant from within.
Layered with horns, flutes, and raw blues guitar, her rhythm walks through fire with unshaken hands.
A storm wrapped in ritual — fierce and ancestral.

She doesn't rise. She remembers.

Four songs carved in stone, whispered in flames, and dreamt by the mountains.
A ritual journey of a woman who walks alone — not as a stranger, but as a force.

Tribal blues, Psychedelic folk, and ritual drums braid together the voice of fire, bone, ash, and stone.
These are not just songs — they are spells.

Fire Beneath Her Bones is Leya’s invocation — fierce, feminine, unforgettable.

Bone and Thunder

"🎧 TorGio Records • Leya & AI • Ambient, Psychedelic, Soul • Mindful music for every mood • SoundCloud-first".

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