Some light Folk music for your concentration. Updates every Wednesday with popular tracks globally.

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Some light Folk music for your concentration. Updates every Wednesday with popular tracks in Central and South East Europe.

Some light Folk music for your concentration. Updates every Wednesday with popular tracks in West Europe.

Some light Folk music for your concentration. Updates every Wednesday with popular tracks in Canada.

anh tinh

YayyyVNES

Copy of Folk

Gustave

red line

Bao Lời Con Chưa Nói - Dương Domic | Piano Version

Alright, so this album, Silent Roads, is one of those deeply haunting, intimate collections that takes you right into the heart of lost love and longing. Imagine an album that feels like wandering down empty roads at night, where every song is like a memory coming back to life, even though it’s painful. The songs all have this soft, slow, acoustic feel, with instruments like piano, violin, and especially the guitar, which just aches with every note. It’s like the guitar itself is grieving, you know?

Each track really explores the weight of what’s left behind after a relationship falls apart—not just the sadness, but the regret, the unanswered questions, and that bittersweet “what if” that never goes away. The lyrics are so raw and direct, they kind of hit you with all the things we usually try to bury or avoid. Some tracks are about missed moments and things unsaid, while others are more about finally letting go, even though you’re not ready.

It’s all told from this really vulnerable perspective, with baritone vocals that feel weary and deeply reflective, like he’s just sitting there, talking to himself or maybe to her ghost. There are songs that mention memories of shared laughter, promises that couldn’t last. It’s incredibly poetic but painfully relatable, especially if you’ve ever gone through a breakup that left you with a sense of unfinished business.

I’d say Silent Roads is less about moving on and more about understanding that some love stays with you, no matter how far you go. It’s one of those albums where you don’t just listen; you feel it. Perfect for late nights when you just want to be alone with your thoughts.

only if you stayed

Xin Bài hát - Anh chưa từng - mixi

Requiem

Forever

پدرام یار، موزیسین اهل خراسان که پیش از این، نخستین قطعه اش با نام «نگارم بر لب بوم اومد و رفت» را در همکاری با نشر ساخت ایران منتشر کرده بود. تک آهنگ ترلی‌لی یکی از قطعات اولین آلبوم در دست انتشار اوست. ملودی اصلی این قطعه برگرفته از موسیقی مردمی بخاراست که با ترانه‌ ای جدید، آهنگسازی شده است. همچنین طراحی کاورآرت این اثر کار آیدا بستام است.

متن ترانه 

خِدِی غول آخر جنگیدُم
کُلون‌قِطارا بالا سر خو دیدُم
هر چی لیفا ر به جون خو کشیدُم
هنوزم بوی ترمینال میدُم

دویدُم و دویدُم و دویدُم
به اتوبوسُم نرسیدُم
به تِی شیشه‌ی مترو خو ر دیدُم
از رو پُلای هوایی نپریدُم

به تِی دولَخ دورِ خو چرخیدُم
چی بود چی شد کجا رفت نفهمیدُم
مثال خارای مغیلانِ 
به پای لنگِ خو خلیدُم

از اصلی به فرعی پیچیدُم
لند اسکیپ این دِ میستِ دیدُم
با گلای اندوهی که چیدُم
سرِ جای قبلیم تمرگیدُم


|درباره‌ واژه ترلی‌لی

این واژه یک‌ نوع ترنم است. ترنم در موسیقی قدیم ایران، کلمه‌ای‌ ست که برای تزئین و همراهی آواز به کار می رود. دسته ای از ترنم ها لغوی اند که کلمات معنا دار مثل «ای دل» یا «ای جانم» یا «ای یار» را شامل می شوند.
دسته ای از ترنم ها آوایی اند، صداهایی بی‌معنا مثل «آی» «یاهاهاها» «تر دی لالا» «تَرَنی» «تَرَلی». «تَرَلی‌لی» ترنم آوایی‌ست. 


|معنی کلمات و عبارات 

خِدِی : به همراهِ، با
کُلون قِطار : دسته‌ی عظیمِ پرندگان مهاجر در آسمان
به تِی : درون، داخل، تویِ
دولَخ : گرد و خاک، خاک باد
خلیدُم : از فعل خلیدن، فرو شدن خار و اجسام نوک تیز در جسمی دیگر.

پدرام یار - ترلی‌لی

Reflection of sins

Rearrange My World / There’s a Field (That's Only Yours)

There’s a Field (That’s Only Yours)

(1) My fathers the monks of the desert
I wish to live a life like yours (2)
Life of prayer, vigils and tears (2)
You offer to our Saviour
My fathers, my fathers

(2) Father of the monks Abba Antonius
His disciple Abba Macarius (2)
Left everything of worth and value
To serve their faithful Savior (2)
My fathers, my fathers

(3) When they were attacked by the Barbarians
No one was afraid or denied his faith (2)
They said our Lord is Jesus Christ
For whom our lives we´d sacrifice (2)
My fathers, my fathers

(4) I am a youth struggling in the way
God's word I must learn to obey (x2)
Please pray for me, St. Anthony (x2)
That Christ my abide in me fully
My fathers, My fathers

My Fathers the Monks of the Desert

'Baby Blues' is the new single from meka's upcoming album 'The Rabbit'

Release link: https://idol-io.ffm.to/babyblues

Baby Blues (single) out April 11th
The Rabbit (Album) out May 21st

Pre-save/Pre-order the album https://idol-io.ffm.to/therabbit

"I scribbled these lyrics down on the first day of spring in 2023. My flatmate and I had been sick for a month, I was finally strong enough to pick up my guitar and play this little mantra of a riff. These lyrics take place in Nevada City, California, at the cemetery on the top of the hill, where my dearest friend and I would picnic and visit the grave of a long-gone infant. Once, under the moonlight, we brought my harp up there and I played for the dead. We’d read poetry to each other and to the residents, discuss our sadness and our gratitude, say hello to the man who was living in the 100-year old ponderosa above us that would eventually be chopped down by PG&E. This song is for the friend who brings poetry everywhere, to everyone. I have more than one version of baby blues, all of them are for her." - meka

meka is the musical guise of American multi-instrumentalist and songwriter Melissa Lingo whose transcendent musicality and utterly exquisite vocal transports listeners to the hazy sweet spot of 60’s-70’s folk.

meka on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/meka.laments

The Rabbit

meka - Baby Blues

do you think you could love me?

To Ease The Soul x

henry, come on - lana del rey

Tôi nhớ cô quá đi, cô có nhớ tôi không zậy ?

Mushi mushi! Tôi nhớ cô quá đi, cô có nhớ tôi không zậy ?

mock

insurance

Full album: https://on.soundcloud.com/G75wVH4ivAjOn2dNNj

Lyrics:

"They’ll call you crazy," 
they always do,
say you’re chasing 
things no one pursues.
They’ll roll their eyes, 
they’ll shake their heads,
“Who are you to dream that big?” they said.

They don’t understand,
you were made for this.
They won’t see it coming,
you carry the gift.
You hold the strength,
you bring the shift.

“You know nothing,” 
they will shout,
“Where’s your title? 
What’s your route?”
They’ll laugh and point 
from their safe ground,
while you’re building storms 
without a sound.

They don’t understand,
you were made for this.
They won’t see it coming,
you carry the gift.
You hold the strength,
you bring the shift.

You walk alone, 
but not in fear,
your fire speaks 
when none will hear.
Born with light 
they tried to dim,
but stars don’t ask 
the world to grin.

Let them doubt, let them resist,
true change was never born to fit.
The wheel of life won’t place you high or low
it takes you where you’re meant to go.
But only a few know how to draw
the map that leads through fire and flaw.

They don’t understand,
you were made for this.
They won’t see it coming,
you carry the gift.
You hold the strength,
you bring the shift.

So stand your ground 
and face the fire,
you were never meant 
to just admire.
The world will change 
because you stayed—
not when they clapped,
but when they swayed.

The wheel of life

O Soul of My Soul (A Mourning Hymn)

Ohhh... I lay on the moor...
Oooooh, so cold... so cold,
Yet still I breathe...
Hmmmm... I breathe and grieve...
Though thou art gone, I live.

Oooo... the wind, it moans thy name—
Ohhh, the heather weeps the same.
Thy grave is near,
Thy voice I hear...
Hmmmm... in every gust of flame.

I weep by thy stone—
Oooooo, I weep alone.
Ohhh, love of mine,
Thy touch was warm...
Now only frost is thine.

Ohhhhhh... soul from my soul,
Ooooohhh, come back, come whole.
Thy shadow clings—
It walks with me,
Across the hills, endlessly.

Hmmm... I sing, I sigh, I plead,
Oooo... rise, though Death may lead.
Break from the clay,
Ohhh, break the sleep—
For love is strong, and love runs deep.

Ohhhh, soul of my soul,
Come home, come home...
Hmmmm... I am thine—still thine,
Though stars have dimmed
And God keeps time.

Ooooohhh...

PB2025
PAGES IN CLOUDS
PATRICK BURKE 2025

(A Mourning Hymn)

Text:
[Verse]
He died in a rocket crash on Mars
They gave me his military records
And I saw my name
He had a secret family with me

[Verse]
They brought his body back to Earth
I opened the casket and
I saw his face
He had a secret family with me

(Instrumental-Part)

[Chorus]
I want to love you for a long time
I want to see your face
You are the most important thing to me
And I love you

[Bridge]
He was already married
He had a son and a daughter
He was in the Air Force
I thought he was in the Army
He had a secret family with me

(Solo)

[Verse]
His body was on display in an open casket
His parents asked me not to come
But I couldn't miss it
He had a secret family with me

[Verse]
I saw his wife at the funeral
She looked just like me
They all thought it was a coincidence
He had a secret family with me

My Secret Family

amna riaz - kya sach ho tum

THE END OF CHASE

Little Moth
pages in clouds 2025

hide,





the,

tv,





its,



distorting,



her,

mind,


she,,,,
wants,




to,

build,

a,

new,

world,

made,

from,,

metal horses....

She's been,

struggling, 



for,


a while now,



Poor thing,



Poor thing,


hooooooo,

Poor little moth,


nooooo,
wayyyy,
out,


this ,
time,



its ,
all,
going,
so dark,

now,


ohhhh,
poor thing,


pb2025

Little Moth

Live from Dublin

Tonnta (Live from Dublin)

You walk forever guarded
your eyes mistrust the light
Not every sound is danger
not every hug a fight

Not everyone comes to hurt you
not everyone carries hate
Sometimes a silent gesture
holds more than fear or fate

Not everyone comes to hurt you
Not everyone stares with hate
Not everyone seeks to bind you
Not everyone tries to break

You breathe like one defending
a blow that won’t return
Stillness can be an answer
though hard for you to learn

Not everyone comes to hurt you
not everyone brings despair
Sometimes a hand extended
holds more than harsh repair

Not everyone comes to hurt you
Not everyone stares with hate
Not everyone seeks to bind you
Not everyone tries to break

You hardened from the bruises
but not all hands intend
Some only want to linger
without the need to bend

Not everyone comes to hurt you
not everyone brings despair
Sometimes a hand extended
holds more than harsh repair

Not everyone comes to hurt you
Not everyone stares with hate
Not everyone seeks to bind you
Not everyone tries to break

Lower your guard—just for a breath
let the wind brush past your name
Fear may not leave overnight
but you might see peace... remains

Lower Your Guard

Found me on Youtube, Deezer, Amazon Music, Apple Music, Spotify, Facebook and X in https://linktr.ee/TheAbiffSolaris

In case you're wondering: I composed all the music myself. The melody came from my own voice, and I guided the AI to arrange instruments based on it. My goal is collaboration — to inspire real singers and composers to take it further. That’s what creation is truly about. I  see AI as a tool — not a replacement, but an extension of human creativity.

The message matters, the medium too. Truth, regardless of how it's expressed, always finds its way. So instead of complaining, evolve. Adapt. The future doesn’t wait.