Bob Marley - Sun is shining original

Bob Marley-A Lalala Long-(Cover by Abdo Uçucu)

The King is not a man, but a moment — the fleeting sovereignty of love before it vanishes. This poem was born from a night where silence reigned, and memory wore a crown of absence. It speaks of devotion unreturned, of longing that commands without voice. The kingdom here is built not of power, but of surrender.

—Gabriel Ganiarov

Even in the middle of the night,
like a sun that sings instead of shining,
your heart peeks out,
and you bring
from the night, like a map,
a flower that sings
and a snail shell as a compass,
so you can always be at sea.
Your gifts grow with the light of dawn,
your rivers flow where love grows,
that's why hearts sprout on your skin.
that is why eyes breathe in them
you have no name
but everything that beats pronounces you
the air you breathe is a chord
delight sleeps behind your eyelids
and despite your wings
you do not need them
because the wind is your kingdom
love your county
and...
I am your king

Así sea en plena noche
como un sol que en lugar de alumbrar cantara
se asoma tu corazón
y traes
de la noche como un mapa
una flor que suena
y un caracol a manera de brújula
para estar siempre en el mar
tus dones crecen con luz de amaneceres
tus ríos fluyen allí donde el amor crece
por eso los corazones germinan en tu piel
por eso los ojos respiran en ellos
no tienes nombre
mas todo lo que palpita te pronuncia
es un acorde el aire que respiras
es delicia lo que duerme tras tus párpados
y a pesar de tus alas
no las necesitas
porque el viento es tu reino
el amor tu condado
y…
yo soy tu rey
Que ce soit en pleine nuit
comme un soleil qui, au lieu d'éclairer, chanterait
ton cœur se montre
et tu apportes
de la nuit comme une carte
une fleur qui chante
et un escargot en guise de boussole
pour être toujours dans la mer
tes dons grandissent avec la lumière des aubes
tes rivières coulent là où l'amour grandit
c'est pourquoi les cœurs germent sur ta peau
c'est pour cela que les yeux respirent en eux
tu n'as pas de nom
mais tout ce qui palpite te prononce
l'air que tu respires est un accord
c'est un délice qui dort derrière tes paupières
et malgré tes ailes
tu n'en as pas besoin
car le vent est ton royaume
l'amour ton comté
et...
je suis ton roi

Anche se è notte fonda,
come un sole che invece di illuminare canta,
il tuo cuore si affaccia
e tu porti
dalla notte come una mappa
un fiore che suona
e una conchiglia come una bussola
per essere sempre nel mare.
I tuoi doni crescono con la luce dell'alba,
i tuoi fiumi scorrono dove cresce l'amore,
per questo i cuori germogliano sulla tua pelle
per questo gli occhi respirano in essi
non hai nome
ma tutto ciò che palpita ti pronuncia
è un accordo l'aria che respiri
è delizia ciò che dorme dietro le tue palpebre
e nonostante le tue ali
non ne hai bisogno
perché il vento è il tuo regno
l'amore la tua contea
e...
io sono il tuo re

Gabriel Ganiarov
Copyrigth: 2012

The King

Freedom Skies

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Laman & Lemuel

Corvo Sincretico Sintetico Reggae  LANGA EDIT

Manuela en Polígonos de Luz

This is the soundtrack to the eternal waiting room of life — that strange space where you’re convinced something big might happen… but it absolutely doesn’t. Ever.

Coffee burns, lunch is a sad can of fish, the neon buzzes louder than your ambitions, and still the universe whispers:
“Did it happen yet?”
No.

A dub track for the dreamers, the procrastinators, and everyone stuck refreshing the cosmic loading screen. Heavy bass for heavy waiting, echo for the echo chamber of your thoughts, and a groove that says: nothing happened today, but at least it sounded good.

Play it loud while:

staring at the wall wondering if destiny lost your address,

waiting for the bus that never comes,

or telling yourself tomorrow is totally the day… probably… maybe… okay, no.

Lyrics:

Wake up, get up, get dressed, start the day,
The mirror’s quiet, has nothing to say.
Coffee burns, the street still asleep,
Dreams are promises I can’t keep.

Did it happen yet?
No.

Jump in the car, headlights on black,
Radio hums, I don’t look back.
City yawns, I punch the clock,
First one in — the silence talks.

Did it happen yet?
No.

Did it happen yet? — No!
Every day the same old show.
Did it happen yet? — No!
But I still can’t let it go. 

Soon it’s lunch, the shelves half bare,
Cheap can of fish, the taste of despair.
Lunch is over, can is done,
Emptiness shines in the neon sun.

Did it happen yet?
No.

Afternoon grinds me into dust,
Tired eyes, a mind I can’t trust.
Think again, maybe, but —
Hope is a door that won’t unlock.

Did it happen yet?
No.

Did it happen yet? — No!
Every day the same old show.
Did it happen yet? — No!
But I still can’t let it go. 

At home after dinner, thought sneaks in,
Could it start now, could something begin?
But nothing moves, the silence stays,
Life’s not a fairy tale anyway.

Time for bed, I close my eyes,
Tomorrow repeats under greyer skies.
Sure it won’t happen, still I confess,
There’s always that 0.01%...

Did it happen yet?
No.

Did It Happen Yet? (Dub Version)

One Drop

Lonely Avenue (Ray Charles Reggae Remix)

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Did It Happen Yet? (Dub Version)

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