Just wonderfull and epic your music Voice and language and text fit perfect together i wanna more of you. i would immedately Support you with the highest Medium soo wow i would with pleasure unterstand your language and text, a lyrics Video would be good too, u have earned the biggest respect please continue doing this you are epic !! greetings from Martin Germany ! :)
Thanks a lot for your comment ! If you listen to my music and subscribe to my networks it's already a great support. The text is not from me it's from a poet from the Limousin in France. I dind't translate it, but it's kinda that : You listen, you don't listen, I don't care. The passing one, if he listens or passes, I don't care. If you listen to the wind, when it blows in the beeches and bellow in the air. If you know how to listen to the wind, when it leads its clouds like big sea birds. And when it bellow in the air with its throat of frost. If you have heard sometimes the fountain and the river and the leaf crying, the whisper of the ripe grass in the meadows. You may know what I have to say. You already know it.
Amazing
Hypnotic, true and beautiful!
ça sonne !
nice !
merci
Just wonderfull and epic your music Voice and language and text fit perfect together i wanna more of you. i would immedately Support you with the highest Medium soo wow i would with pleasure unterstand your language and text, a lyrics Video would be good too, u have earned the biggest respect please continue doing this you are epic !! greetings from Martin Germany ! :)
Thanks a lot for your comment ! If you listen to my music and subscribe to my networks it's already a great support. The text is not from me it's from a poet from the Limousin in France. I dind't translate it, but it's kinda that :
You listen, you don't listen, I don't care.
The passing one, if he listens or passes, I don't care.
If you listen to the wind, when it blows in the beeches and bellow in the air.
If you know how to listen to the wind, when it leads its clouds like big sea birds.
And when it bellow in the air with its throat of frost.
If you have heard sometimes the fountain and the river and the leaf crying, the whisper of the ripe grass in the meadows.
You may know what I have to say.
You already know it.