music composed by Dmitry Romanoff
(C) Dmitry Romanoff, 2022

"Autumn In Budapest" (Instrumental)

Immerse yourself in the nostalgic atmosphere of autumn with new track "Autumn Memories". This track combines light guitar arpeggios, soft pads and melancholic rhythms to create the perfect accompaniment to reflect on old memories. The included vinyl samples add a touch of warmth and nostalgia to the track, transporting you to a world of past autumn evenings filled with tranquility and contemplation.

Autumn memories

6 a.m. on a March day, when the air is "freezin' cold" and a "new season's begun" - these lines capture that brief moment of change. Words like "winter" and "spring," paired with the echoing refrain "But where is my sun?" hint at both a promise of warmth and an elusive light that remains just out of reach.

The lines leave a gentle mystery—a pause that invites reflection. The repeated question softly lingers, suggesting both anticipation and a search for a light that may yet be undefined, without spelling out exactly what that light should be.

Musically, the song is carried by a warm piano and a deep, dark male voice. It unfolds slowly while maintaining a memorable, steady rhythm. The melody and the iconic refrain work together as an understated challenge—a quiet invitation to explore the balance between the expected and the unknown.

Where is my Sun?

Avant l’automne
Je voudrais partir et sortir de ma zone de confort
Voir ma grand-mère et parler fort pour son sonotone
Ne pas rester cet enfant triste au ton monotone
Revoir Rennes et ton resto qui ferme à pas d’heure

La couleuvre
Étrangle
Mes douleurs
Étrange
De couleurs
Bleu
Océan
De pensées mortelles

Avant l’automne
Je voudrais partir et sortir de ma zone de confort
Voir ma grand-mère et parler fort pour son sonotone
Ne pas rester cet enfant triste au ton monotone
Revoir Rennes et ton resto qui ferme à pas d’heure

Écrire un son c’est si facile
Le cœur a ses classiques
Un amour de jeunesse
Et des souvenirs qui piquent
Je repense à ton sourire
La tête est pleine de douceur en liqueur, présente dans le blood, et la faucheuse tourne
Comme un vautour autour de mon cœur noir

🖤


Avant l’automne
Je voudrais partir et sortir de ma zone de confort
Voir ma grand-mère et parler fort pour son sonotone
Ne pas rester cet enfant triste au ton monotone
Revoir Rennes et ton resto qui ferme à pas d’heure

Avant l'Automne - Bisous

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
It whispers through the willows,
And ripples fields of gold,
A secret only autumn knows,
A story never told.

[Chorus]
Oh, we feel it in our bones,
This force we cannot hold.
It moves the world unseen, alone—
The wind, it never shows.
It paints the sky with stormy sighs,
And bends the ancient pines.
Who has seen the wind?
Not yours, not mine.

[Verse 2]
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.
It carries seeds to foreign shores,
And chases clouds away,
A nomad with no name or home,
Yet here it’ll always stay.

[Chorus]
Oh, we feel it in our bones,
This force we cannot hold.
It moves the world unseen, alone—
The wind, it never shows.
It paints the sky with stormy sighs,
And bends the ancient pines.
Who has seen the wind?
Not yours, not mine.

[Bridge]
Is it grief, or is it grace?
The chill that stings your face?
It howls like love we can’t erase,
Or time we can’t outrun.
It’s the breath of every storm,
The calm before the dawn,
A ghost that’s been here all along—
The wind and we are one.

[Final Chorus]
Oh, we feel it in our bones,
This force we cannot hold.
It moves the world unseen, alone—
The wind, it never shows.
It paints the sky with stormy sighs,
And bends the ancient pines.
Who has seen the wind?
Not yours…
(Not yours, not mine.)
Not mine.

[Outro]
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the world holds still and listens…
The wind is singing too.

Who Has Seen the Wind?  ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

ANEMiC

Ein bittersüßes Lied über das Loslassen, den Wandel der Zeit und die stille Verbundenheit, die bleibt – selbst im Abschied.
Sanfte Synths treffen auf melancholische Poesie und schaffen eine Atmosphäre zwischen Wärme, Trauer und innerer Ruhe.
Perfekt für ruhige Abende, goldene Herbsttage und träumerische Gedankenreisen.
Ein Song wie ein letzter Kuss im Wind.

Wenn ich von dir fall

🔮 [Lyrics]

[Verse 1]
She speaks in borrowed breath and bone
Inkless echoes carved in stone
Every word a mirror maze
Every silence, set ablaze

[Verse 2]
Candle wax and velvet thread
Whispers stitched from things unsaid
The raven called her name last night
It vanished with the morning light

[Pre-Chorus]
Tongue like a ribbon, wrapped in regret
She chants the lines she can't forget

[Chorus]
Echolalia — I say what you say
Haunted aria — it won’t go away
Like a spell that circles back
I trace the echo, lose the track

[Instrumental – harp, reversed reverb guitar, crackling vinyl sounds]
[wind chimes whisper; faint vocal loop: non possum tacere…]

[Verse 3]
She wears her shadow like a shawl
Dancing barefoot through the fall
Silver rings on trembling hands
She speaks in tones no soul understands

[Chorus]
Echolalia — your voice in my lungs
Every word, a serpent tongue
Like a vow I didn’t mean
Now I’m bound in in-between

[Bridge – chant + melody whisper-echoed underneath]
[chant:]
Lux in tenebris, ignis sine flamma
Repetitio animae, lingua incantata
[translation fades in and out as whispers:]
Light in darkness, fire without flame…
The soul repeats… the tongue is bewitched…

[Outro]
[softly, slow fading:]
She speaks, and I follow
I echo, and I fade
The words were never mine to say...

Echolalia

☁️✨ “Too Soon, Too Soon” drifts like the first cold wind that sneaks through the cracks, whispering that summer has packed its bags too early. This track is all about that uneasy transition — when golden evenings collapse into longer shadows, neighbours vanish behind closed windows, and the streets breathe in silence.

🌌 With ghostly echoes, hypnotic loops, and a mantra-like hook that fades in and out like a memory, it’s less a song and more a weather pattern for your headphones. Think flickering streetlights, heavy skies, and the hush that settles before the first frost.

🎶 Built for late-night walks, foggy mornings, and staring at screens when the sun has already quit for the day. Ambient textures and chillwave layers wrap around the mantra “Too soon, too soon” — a whisper, a sigh, an echo of warmth retreating.

Play it loud, play it alone, or let it soundtrack the quiet shift into darker days. 🌙🍂

Lyrics:

Golden echoes fade, the sidewalks breathe alone
Shadows grow quicker, silence fills the phone
Streetlights flicker earlier, painting colder lines
Neighbours close their windows, retreating from the signs

I feel the weight of seasons turn
The long nights burned, the lessons learned
A chill in the air, a slower hum
The summer is gone, the quiet has come

Too soon, too soon — the daylight disappears
Too soon, too soon — the sky collects my fears
Too soon, too soon — the warmth drifts out of reach
Too soon, too soon — I stand here on the breach

Too soon, too soon

Clouds hang heavier, the colours turn to ash
Leaves dissolve in patterns, in one eternal flash
The streets are calm, but my mind won’t rest
Counting down the months till warmth comes back and nests

Curtains drawn, the glow of screens
Replace the sun, replace the dreams
Every breath feels colder still
I wait for spring, against my will

Too soon, too soon — the daylight disappears
Too soon, too soon — the sky collects my fears
Too soon, too soon — the warmth drifts out of reach
Too soon, too soon — I stand here on the breach

Long summer nights… gone too soon
Clouds above me… gone too soon
Warmth beneath me… gone too soon
And the silence lingers… gone too soon

Fading Evenings

S-s-season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
   Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
   With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; uh
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
   And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
      To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
   With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, yeah
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
      For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
      For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Listen, Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
   Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
   Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, shhh
   Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
      Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
   Steady thy laden head across a brook;
   Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
      Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
hours by hours.
hours by hours.

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
   Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
   And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
   Among the river sallows, borne aloft
      Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
   Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
   The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

John Keats's poem "Ode to Autumn

S-s-season of mists and mellow fruitfulness

NEW RELEASE "Where is my DAFT/Sun?" - OUT NOW

https://open.spotify.com/track/3JOJ56qY40vklvU0pbSwWP?si=2be4c49de00340d1

🌞 More than 200K streams for my debut track in just 4 weeks — wow!!! A big, big thank you!!!

On a freezing Saturday morning (March 8), I decided to revive my musical dream. And honestly… I never, never expected such kind of response.

🎧 Listen: Here is the Sun!
https://open.spotify.com/track/0qKCGog7q6y5z52dz5aVbV?si=a5b5ed79db554d65

🙏 For making this a fantastic start.
🙏 For the emotion.
🙏 For listening.

With this milestone, now for the Sun "the only way is up".
And — stay tuned — a new sun might soon "follow the sun".

— Chris

***
My experiences - preserved in lyrics.
My moods -  captured in melodies.
At the right time, text and tune merge.
For the masterpiece, AI assists - my vision defines.

ChrisGCol is a hybrid music creator from Cologne, weaving personal experiences into soulful electronic tracks.

Lyrics, piano, and groove meet at the intersection of emotional storytelling and cutting-edge sound — built from handwritten ideas and shaped using AI + DAW tools.

2025 marks the official re-start of his music journey. 

With his debut release “Where is my sun?” gaining momentum  —
the vision is just beginning.

For warm days and cold nights. 🎶

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Thank you. Truly.
Not for likes. Not for fame. But for feeling my music.
For crying with me. For breathing with me. For surviving with me.

What you hear in my songs is not just sound – it's me.
My scars. My past. My fire. My silence. My truth.

I never asked for followers. I never wanted to go viral.
I just hoped someone out there would say:
"I feel this."

And you did. All over the world – Cairo, Hanoi, Berlin, Ho Chi Minh City.
You heard me. And I swear, right now… I'm crying tears of joy.

These 100,000 plays aren’t numbers. They’re moments of connection.
Proof that real music still matters. That raw emotion still cuts through.

Thank you for walking this path with me.
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