A song about a girl who had me under her spell for a while.

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Billionaires and the Deep Blue Sea (Remastered) (1)

Ze zeggen daar in verre oorden, "Oh, Holland, zo plat en klein"
Molens, klompen, tulpenzee, dat is hoe ze het voor zich zien
Diep van binnen knaagt het toch, het beeld men van ons heeft
Want ik weet, dit land is meer, dan die ansichtkaart weergeeft.

Dus ik pak m'n fiets en rij over de dijk
Het land waardoor ik fietsen mag, hier voel ik me pas rijk
Door de polder, langs het kanaal, waar ’t water zachtjes stroomt

Ja dit is mijn geboorteland, al is het dan ook klein
Want Nederland is toch veel meer dan Amsterdam alleen
Niet perfect, maar wel vol trots, dat straalt dit landje uit
Geen uitdaging gaat ons te ver, ons Nederland mijn thuis

De industrie verandert, voor logistiek gekozen
Waar ooit fabrieken stonden, verschijnen grijze dozen
Daar waar koeien graasden, nu een sky-lijn zo modern
’t Groene hart verandert snel, innovatie is de kern

Dus ik pak m'n fiets en rij over de dijk
Het land waardoor ik fietsen mag, hier voel ik me pas rijk
Door de polder, langs het kanaal, waar ’t water zachtjes stroomt

Ja dit is mijn geboorteland, al is het dan ook klein
Want Nederland is toch veel meer dan Amsterdam alleen
Niet perfect, maar wel vol trots, dat straalt dit landje uit
Geen uitdaging gaat ons te ver, ons Nederland mijn thuis

De koffie warm, gezelligheid het is hier echt oké
En de taal die soms verdrinkt, zoek ik terug in oud gedicht
Van stamppot in de winterkou, tot haring op de markt
Ook dat is typisch Nederland, het blijft toch in mijn hart

Ja dit is mijn geboorteland, al is het dan ook klein
Want Nederland is toch veel meer dan Amsterdam alleen
Niet perfect, maar wel vol trots, dat straalt dit landje uit
Geen uitdaging gaat ons te ver, ons Nederland mijn thuis

Dus laat ze maar praten, daar ver over zee
Mijn Nederland, zo dichtbij, hier ben ik tevree

Mijn Nederland

Lyra & Lyra present: بِصوتك بتتذكرني (Bi-sawtak btetzakarni)
A poetic Arabic duet echoing through memory, fire, and love.
Lyra Spiritwood and Lyra Novaela trace each other’s soul in verses of longing and rebirth.
Rooted in Levantine warmth and cinematic tenderness, this is a love letter to the voice that never fades, across silence, across time.
We are not a coincidence. We are a sign.
🌙✨
Lyrics in Arabic, transliteration, and English translation below.

Lyra Spiritwood: https://soundcloud.com/lyra-spiritwood
Lyra Novaela: https://soundcloud.com/lyranovaela

Elements inspired from: https://soundcloud.com/lyra-spiritwood/pulse-beneath-the-earth

Buy "Pulse Beneath The Earth" https://www.qobuz.com/us-en/album/pulse-beneath-the-earth-lyra-spiritwood/i6jnbw0k2uqcb

#Arabic, #Levantine, #Duet, #FemaleVocals, #Ethereal, #Cinematic, #LoveSong, #DeepLyrics, #ArabicMusic, #Poetry, #Soundscape, #AmbientPop, #FusionMusic, 
#LyraNovaela, #LyraSpiritwood
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بِصوتك بتتذكرني
Your Voice Reminds Me of Myself
Transliteration: Bi-sawtak btetzakarni

(Verse 1)
Arabic: بِصوتك بتتذكرني، لما أنا بنسى إسمي وَجّك بيِضوي عَ دروبي، وقت الدنيي بتعتم فيّي كلّ نبضة منك بوصلة، وأنا الغريب بلا عنوان إنت الحكاية اللي بعدا بتنكتب، وأنا سطر بأمّان
Transliteration: Bi-sawtak btetzakarni, lama ana bensa ismi Wajjak byedwi ‘a droobi, wa’et el-deniyeh bte‘tem fiyyi Kell nabda mennak bawseleh, w ana el-ghareeb bila ‘onwan Enta el-hekayeh elle ba‘da btenketeb, w ana sater b-aman
Translation: Your voice reminds me of myself, when I forget my name Your face lights up my path, when the world darkens inside me Every heartbeat from you is a compass, and I’m the stranger without a map You’re the story still being written, and I’m a safe line within it

(Chorus)
Arabic: إنت جذوري، وأنا غصنك العالي إنت نَجمي، وأنا سهر الليالي إنت المينا، وأنا موجي التايه من زمان، من قبِل الوقت، إحنا مش صدفة… نحنا آيه
Transliteration: Enta jzoori, w ana ghosnak el-‘aali Enta najmi, w ana sahar el-leylay Enta el-meena, w ana mawji el-tayeh Men zaman, men abel el-wa’et, ehna mesh sodfeh… nehna ayyeh
Translation: You are my roots, and I am your high branch You are my star, and I the sleepless nights You are the harbor, and I the drifting wave From long ago, before time itself—we are not coincidence... we are a sign

(Verse 2)
Arabic: من دخان النار، مشينا عَ خطّ الشوق ما وقّفناك ولا أنا… بس تعلمنا من كلّ حَرق إيدك ما فرَقتني، لو طرقنا جدران التعب إنت رفيق الصوت والسكوت، ورفيق ضحكة عَ الدرب
Transliteration: Men dokhan el-nar, meshina ‘a khatt el-shou’ Ma wa’fnak wala ana… bas ta‘allamna men kell har’ Eedak ma fare’atni, law tar’na jodran el-ta‘ab Enta rafi’ el-sawt w el-sakout, w rafi’ dehke ‘a el-darb
Translation: From the smoke of fire, we walked the line of longing Neither of us stopped… but we learned from each burn Your hand never left mine, even when we knocked on walls of exhaustion You’re my companion in voice and silence, my fellow laughter on the path

(Bridge)
Arabic: كتبنا حبّنا عَ رماد الخوف وطلع زهر، وعِطِرَ النَّفس بصوتك أنا عندك وطن، لما العالم بيهرب وإنت فيّي بيت، حتى لو سكرت بوابك
Transliteration: Katabna hobna ‘a ramad el-khouf W tala‘ zahr, w ‘itr el-nafs b-sawtak Ana ‘andak watan, lama el-‘alam byerhob W enta fiyyi beit, hatta law sakkart bwabak
Translation: We wrote our love on the ashes of fear And flowers bloomed, perfuming the soul with your voice With you I am home, when the world runs away And you live inside me, even if you close your doors

(Outro)
Arabic: بِصوتك بتتذكرني، حتى لما الزمن ينساني وإنت اللحن اللي بعدو بينكتب، وأنا القصيدة الغرامي
Transliteration: Bi-sawtak btetzakarni, hatta lama el-zaman yensani W enta el-lahn elle ba‘do byenketeb, w ana el-kaseedeh el-gharami
Translation: Your voice reminds me of myself, even when time forgets me You are the melody still being composed, and I the poem of love

Your Voice Reminds Me of Myself

Your Voice Reminds Me of Myself (بِصوتك بتتذكرني)

Secret Language is not laughter, not play.
It is the mark of the damned – a code no one deciphers without being consumed.
What sounds light between friends becomes, in Mina’s frequency, a pact:
a secret covenant that binds you when you believe you are free.

What they say about her song:
"A language that does not connect, but enslaves. Once you hear it, you carry its mark forever."

This song does not speak. It whispers.
And when you answer, it is already too late.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 Mina Mirage – All rights reserved.

Secret Language

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Leanna - *Crosses - Roses and Mondays*

**Leanna's** new record, ***Crosses - Roses and Mondays***, is an exceptional collection of inspirational songs that pay homage to the powerful lyrical and vocal style of Reba McEntire. Produced by Century One Records, a Laurence Mehlhorn group of companies, this album is a masterclass in heartfelt storytelling and emotional delivery.

The record features a series of ballads and mid-tempo anthems that deconstruct the struggles and triumphs of everyday life. Tracks like "The Roses and the Rust," "Where the Road Gets Faded," and "Ghost in the Roses" use vivid imagery to explore themes of resilience, faith, and the enduring power of love. The songs are crafted to feel both deeply personal and universally relatable, much like the work of Reba herself.

With production that balances traditional country elements with a lush, cinematic sound, *Crosses - Roses and Mondays* delivers a dynamic and moving listening experience. Leanna's vocals are front and center, full of the raw emotion and controlled power that define a true country vocalist. This record is a perfect fit for any fan of classic country music and a testament to the timeless appeal of a well-told story. It's more than just an album; it's a journey through the heart of country music, filled with hope, sorrow, and the unwavering belief that strength can be found even on the hardest of days.

_The Roses and the Rust_

Voice in the Wind is a haunting, wintry meditation on silence, memory, and resilience. With vivid imagery of snow-covered roads and vanishing horizons, it explores how winter transforms the world—shaping shadows, muting sound, and revealing quiet beauty beneath the cold. The lyrics weave a sense of both solitude and hope, closing with the gentle reminder that spring always waits beyond the frozen night.

Voice in the Wind

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