Name: nothing can come between us by elleC //Angelle Wings
Duration: 5 min 49 s
Description: chill out, original music, lyrics: angelle wings©, extended mix with suno AI male vocals

A bold cry for freedom—even if it means falling. This is the song of someone ready to feel everything instead of nothing.

Let Me Burn

chill out, original music, lyrics: angelle wings©, extended mix with suno AI male vocals 

nothing can come between us

[Verse]
Ganelon ce héros vêtu de fer
Monte Tachebrun son fier destrier
Son cœur se serre mais il n'en dit rien
L'honneur l'appelle au lointain chemin

[Verse 2]
Les chevaliers tendent leurs mains tremblantes
Il les repousse d'une voix imposante
Gardez Baudoin je vous le confie
Mon fils mon sang ma seule survie

[Chorus]
Seul il part l'âme en bataille
Un adieu murmuré dans les voiles
Le vent emporte ses mots d'acier
Dans le silence de l'épopée

[Verse 3]
Le soleil brille sur son armure
Chaque pas résonne comme une rupture
Tachebrun avance fier et droit
Sous le poids du devoir et de la foi

[Bridge]
Ému mais fort il ne regarde pas
Derrière lui l'ombre de ses pas
Les adieux brûlent mais il avance
La route appelle en son silence

[Chorus]
Seul il part l'âme en bataille
Un adieu murmuré dans les voiles
Le vent emporte ses mots d'acier
Dans le silence de l'épopée

Le Départ de Ganelon

ALL THE WORLD IS GREY

A poetic journey through the cosmos of human emotion, this album explores the chaos within and without — tracing one soul’s path from shadow to collapse, from self-reflection to elemental rebirth. Each song is a chapter in an existential myth, where natural disasters mirror internal cataclysms, and the smallest drop of water carries the weight of life’s brevity.

Beginning in darkness with The Shadow and rising through apocalyptic imagery (When the Sky Caved In), fractured identity (The Other Me), and the rot of humanity (Cancer), the record moves like a storm — tribal, cinematic, and raw — until it bursts into light in the final moments of Big Bang, where chaos becomes creation.

It’s not just music — it’s a universe collapsing, healing, and being born again.

Tiny drop

How Long!

Pine & Snow is a quiet, poetic ballad about an old man and the woman he never forgot. Now entirely alone in his city, he looks back on the winter they shared — a time of pine-scented scarves, snow-covered streets, and a love he left behind. He took a different road, chasing something louder, brighter — and lost her in the process. In the stillness of memory, he carries her in silence. Pine & Snow tells the story of a life shaped by one quiet decision at a crossroads, where he turned away from the one thing that felt real.

Pine & Snow ist eine leise, poetische Ballade über einen alten Mann und die Frau, die er nie vergessen hat. Mittlerweile ganz allein in seiner Stadt blickt er zurück auf den Winter, den sie einst teilten – mit dem Duft von Kiefern, tanzendem Schnee und einer Liebe, die er hinter sich ließ. Damals bog er an einer Kreuzung falsch ab, auf der Suche nach etwas Lauterem, Hellerem – und verlor dabei das, was echt war. Heute lebt sie weiter in seiner Erinnerung, in seinem Schweigen. Pine & Snow erzählt von einem Leben, das durch eine leise Entscheidung geprägt wurde – und von einer verpassten Chance, die nie ganz vergeht.

Pine and Snow

He waits at the bench by the corner store
Same coat, same shoes, same view of the floor
Hands like maps that lost their way
Eyes on clouds he used to chase

They say he’s no one, just passing through
Just one more ghost the city grew
But he holds a picture no one sees
Tucked behind his old IDs

She was wild like the northern sea
Laughed through the wind like it set her free
He never told the world her name
But he still hears her voice in the pouring rain
…like the sea that doesn’t rest
She was wind, and pine, and breath
He told no one
But his silence still carries her song

She wore a scarf that smelled of pine
They danced through snow and borrowed time
Then he left to chase a louder light
And she stayed - where the stars burned white

Now no one calls, and no one asks
He’s learned to speak through smaller tasks
Like folding napkins at Café Lorraine
Or counting buses in the rain

She was real, more real than this
More than the soup, the chair, the mist
He never told the world her name
But her shadow still waits by the morning train
[Spoken]
…like the sea that doesn’t rest
She was wind, and pine, and breath
He told no one

So if you see him stare too long
At something gone, at a silent song
He’s not lost, not quite unseen
He’s just watching where she’s been


Pine & Snow

Love Me More

Childrenhood Pt.2

I Cry In The Middle o’ The Night

नई सुबह का उजाला लाते हो,   मेरे हृदय में प्रेम भरते हो।

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original music comp., lyrics by angelle wings©
i use a mix of tools and techniques developed in my workflow using AI vocals 

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nothing can come between us

elleC //Angelle Wings

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