Chaar dewar-Samir Shrestha

Sajjan Raj Vaidya - Kuraakaani

Akash Khadka X Samir Shrestha - Timi Bhayera Prod. Kila Music

Satish - Pinjada official music Bishalians

Cover of "Two Hungry Blackbirds" by Iron & Wine.
Everything in this track is produced by me, there are no samples.

Lyrics:
Lovers accustomed to tragedy
See every kiss in the window across the street
Breezes and blessings passin' by, oh

I'm in the shade of the dogwood tree
Not the one where you told your name to me
Two hungry blackbirds land nearby, oh

If I could be over you when the sky starts fallin'
Would you be happy under me?
If I could be under you if the Earth was burnin'
Could you be trusted over me?

Spoke to a mother whose baby drowned
Gave me advice, or a rumor she once heard
"Heaven's a distance, not a place," oh

Gave her an ear from the corn we grew
You were away but she gave her thanks to you
That was a year ago come May, oh

If I could be over you when the sky starts fallin'
Would you be smothered under me?
If I could be under you if the Earth was burnin'
Would you be cryin' over me?

I could hear kids in the yard next door
Cats in the brush when the calendar fell down
Wait by the shade-tree one more year, oh

Poetry tempered with tragedy
Tempted and pulled when you cry upon my sleeve
Two flocks of blackbirds meet the air, oh

If I could be over you when the sky starts fallin'
Would you be happy under me?
If I could be under you if the Earth was burnin'
Could you be trusted over me?

Two Hungry Blackbirds - Iron & Wine (Cover)

I left the door open too long.
Light crawled in,
touched everything I couldn’t name.
Dust circled like old prayers,
too quiet to believe in.

Streets crack below,
each car another beat borrowed from your world.
I think of you in the reflection
not your face,
just how still the glass was after you left.

If I’m still somewhere,
it’s between stars,
in the pause between a sound and its proof.
A small, patient sound
forgetting who made it.

I walk until the sky erases the idea of destination.
Billboards speak in light I can’t translate.
The moon flickers,
as if buffering another planet’s thought.

I used to write lists of things to fix
now I just listen to silence,
wait for it to rhyme.

If I’m still somewhere,
it’s not for long.
Every error grows tired of spelling.
Every goodbye becomes a friend.

Night folds around me,
neither kind nor cruel.
Just enormous enough
to call it peace.

Adhuro - Prabesh Kumar Shrestha [Original]

Xettry Rahul