"Асфальт и сигналы" — это не просто альбом, а звуковая прогулка по серым улицам, знакомым панелькам и воспоминаниям, которые не гаснут даже с выключенным светом.
Здесь гитары звучат, как старые моторы, бас дрожит, как трубы в подъезде, а голос — будто шепот того, кто ждал тебя на пятом этаже.

Это музыка про расставания, которые чувствуются сильнее, чем аварийка в ночной Жиге. Про поиск себя в городе, где всё знакомо, но ничего не держит.
Каждая песня — это комната в чужом доме, где ты уже однажды был, и, может, даже кого-то любил.

Жанр: альтернативный рок / постпанк / городской инди
Для тех, кто: любит дождь по подоконнику, звук зажигалки и честные тексты без прикрас.

Жду

Давай

Путь

Поезд домой

Später Sommer. Deep skies. Endless rails.

This song is a journey through time — standing at the very end of the last carriage, where the rattling steel meets the weight of memory. You look back, and the Nordbahn whispers its secrets:

The first steam, 1841 — iron shaking the ground, Vienna drawing closer, twenty-five kilometers an hour that felt like eternity.
The last warmth of 1914 — soldiers leaving home, bandaged faces, silent fields holding their breath as the war rolls in.
And then… the dark trains. Locked doors. Nameless suitcases. A silence too heavy for words. The rails know everything — but they never speak.

And still, the Nordbahn carries us forward. Through dust, through time, through stories etched deep into steel. Every vibration hums with voices of the past — their fears, their hopes, their goodbyes — tangled in the summer air, stirred only by the passing train.

Nordbahn, Nordbahn — you carry the years on your steel.
A song of motion, memory, and silence.
Close your eyes. The journey begins.

Lyrics: 

Später Sommer,
tiefer Himmel,
Schienen glänzen im Staub der Zeit,
der Zug zieht, und ich zieh mit … 

Ich steh am Ende des letzten Waggons,
Gedanken im Kopf, das Rattern im Rücken,
die Sträucher fliehen,
Häuser verschwimmen,
der Horizont zerreißt.

Ein Augenblick nur —
und plötzlich 1841:
Erster Dampf, erster Schrei der Lok,
der Boden bebt,
Wien rückt näher,
die Nordbahn öffnet die Welt.
25 Stundenkilometer Ewigkeit.

Nordbahn, Nordbahn —
du trägst die Jahre auf deinem Stahl,
Nordbahn, Nordbahn —
tausend Geschichten,
tausend Narben,
und ich fahr mit dir
durch Zeit und Staub. 

Spätsommer, 1914 —
die Luft noch warm,
doch der Krieg schon da.
Waggons voller bleicher Gesichter,
Verwundete, blutige Verbände,
der Zug ächzt nach Wien.
Zwischen Hoffnung und Furcht
die langen Schatten der Felder.

Dann plötzlich Stille …
Züge ohne Fenster,
Türen verriegelt,
Koffer ohne Namen.
Man sagt, sie fahren „nach Osten“,
doch niemand kommt zurück.
Die Schienen wissen mehr,
als sie erzählen.

Nordbahn, Nordbahn —
du trägst die Jahre auf deinem Stahl,
Nordbahn, Nordbahn —
tausend Geschichten,
tausend Narben,
und ich fahr mit dir
durch Zeit und Staub. 

Der Sommer heut’ ist mild,
die Schienen vibrieren,
der Zug schneidet durch die Zeit.

All die Stimmen,
Sorgen, Ängste, Hoffnungen
hängen noch in der Luft —
nur die Eisenbahn
wirbelt sie kurz durcheinander …

Nordbahn … Nordbahn …

Nordbahn

Chasing What Remains

Verse 1
The night fell heavy, silence in the room
Your shadow lingers, every corner feels like you
I lost the world the day you slipped away
But I’m still here, learning how to stay

Pre-Chorus
Even when the weight drags me down
I hear a fire deep inside me now

Chorus
I won’t let go, I’m chasing what remains
Through the dark, I’m calling out your name
If the night won’t give me back the sun
I’ll keep fighting, I’ll keep holding on

Verse 2
Carrying the burden, standing for the ones I love
The road is heavy, but I won’t give up
Every scar’s a story carved into my skin
I’m broken open, but I’m not giving in

Pre-Chorus
Even when the weight drags me down
I hear a fire deep inside me now

Chorus
I won’t let go, I’m chasing what remains
Through the dark, I’m calling out your name
If the night won’t give me back the sun
I’ll keep fighting, I’ll keep holding on

Verse 3
Ana, if you hear me, guide me through the storm
Your love’s the reason I can still be strong
Even in the silence, I know you’re near
Every beat reminds me you’re still here

Chorus
I won’t let go, I’m chasing what remains
Through the dark, I’m calling out your name
If the night won’t give me back the sun
I’ll keep fighting, I’ll keep holding on

Bridge
Time bends but never heals
The silence tells me what is real
If love survives beyond the night
I’ll find you in another light

Final Chorus
I won’t let go, I’m chasing what remains
Through the dark, I’m calling out your name
If the night won’t give me back the sun
I’ll keep fighting, I’ll keep holding on

Chasing What Remains

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A melody with no shape, no words to describe

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Sleepless, waiting for the morning to come  
With wounded wings, unable to fly  
I look up at a sky I cannot reach

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In The Distance

Don’t make a scene.
Don’t let the room see your jaw go soft.
You know what they think of men who flinch
weak, useless, knock-off.
So breathe through the panic
like you’ve practiced since you were eight:
chin up, chest out,
every feeling locked behind the gate.

If they hear the shake in your voice,
they’ll decide who you are before you speak.
A man who loses his footing
is a man they call weak.
So stand still.
Hold the line.
Pretend you’re fine.
Push it down until it bruises.

Men are steady.
Men are stone. 
Men don’t falter.
Men die alone.

What a fucking joke this is.
The script, the silence, the cage we live.
Inside, it’s shame and fear and noise
a storm no one was taught to voice.
What a fucking joke this is
pretending steel when it’s just skin thin.

You learned early that tears
make people step back, not closer.
That a trembling hand
means you’ve already lost composure.
So you keep your sadness folded
in the inside pocket of your shirt,
carry it like contraband,
pray no one sees it hurt.

And every time you break in private,
you swear it’ll be the last.
But your chest is a pressure valve
that no one taught you how to unlatch.
You laugh too loud, you talk too little
anything to look intact.
God forbid someone asks,
and you don’t know how to answer back.

Men are steady.
Men are stone.
Men don’t falter.
Men die alone.

What a fucking joke this is.
The rules, the pride, the walls we build.
Inside, it’s panic wrapped in bone,
a lifetime taught to die alone.
What a fucking joke this is
surviving silence as a skill.

They told you needing help
was the same as being a burden.
They told you asking for comfort
made you less of a person.
But you weren’t born with that lie
it was handed to you like a weapon.
And every man you know is bleeding from it,
silently, perfectly,
just as expected.

Men are steady. 
Men are stone. 
Men don’t falter.
Men die alone. 

What a fucking joke this is.
You’re human, not a monument.
You break, you shake, you feel
and that was never an accident.
What a fucking joke this is
the lie that turned warm boys into cold men.
Let the truth in.
Let the truth in.

real men die alone

Echoes of Light is an independent music producer who transforms emotion, memory, and real human experience into atmospheric, progressive and cinematic sound. The project was born during a period of deep personal loss, where music became a way to survive, to heal, and to give meaning to moments that words could no longer carry.

With roots in the classic hi-fi world of the 80s and 90s, and supported by formal training in sound engineering, Echoes of Light combines technical precision with emotional depth. Years of work in mixing through the Cambridge Music Technology program helped refine a unique approach to sound design — from controlling bleed in drum recordings to shaping immersive textures and expressive dynamics.

On the technical side, the project has been strongly informed by educators and engineers such as Dan Worrall and Mark Daniel Nelson, whose in-depth explanations of plugins, dynamics and mixing workflows helped shape a deeper understanding of modern audio. The creative inspiration itself, however, comes from within: from lived experience, personal dedication and a constant search for honest expression.

Musically, Echoes of Light blends progressive metal, atmospheric rock, and cinematic soundscapes, creating tracks that feel intimate, emotional, and expansive. Every composition carries a fragment of a story — a moment of truth captured in sound.

Echoes of Light exists where emotion, technique, and storytelling meet.
Here, every track means something.
Here, every sound has a past.
And every listen is a connection.

"Buzz Love Tide" and "Ride on Melancholy" will be released on July 9th. This singer-songwriter is releasing two songs simultaneously in three consecutive months.

「Buzz Love Tide」と「Ride on Melancholy」7月9日リリース。3ヶ月連続2曲同時リリース中のシンガーソングライター。

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