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Wandering dream

Underneath a Sky of Pale Blue Grace.

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This song marks the beginning of a very special sonic journey. It was the first recording between us – Ominira and Max AG  - from the very first chord, it was clear that our connection flowed naturally. Ideas intertwined with an almost intuitive synchronicity, as if we had been playing together for years. This moment was so meaningful that it led to the creation of our joint project, Projhekt.

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But more than just a milestone for us, this song is an invitation to the listener. Close your eyes. Let yourself be wrapped in the atmosphere woven by the melody and lyrics. Here, time stands still. The verses paint dreamlike, timeless landscapes: a soft, pale blue sky, golden leaves whispering in the breeze, stars dancing across the velvet night. Everything floats, like a dream, in a state of serene contemplation.

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This is a song to be felt. To be lived in the spaces between thoughts, in those moments when the mind quiets and the melody leads you to a place where silence and poetry intertwine. In the end, perhaps that’s what it’s all about—finding beauty in stillness and allowing the music to guide us through this river of light and shadow, where time ceases to exist, and everything becomes pure essence.

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Lyrics:

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Underneath a sky of pale blue grace

Whispered hopes begin to trace

A melody so pure it stays

In the heart like morning's haze

 

Leaves of gold in silent breeze

Dancing shadows midst the trees

With every note a gentle tease

Carrying us on whispering seas

 

Floating lightly like a dream

Through the rivers of moonbeam

In a world where time's unseen

Living moments in-between

 

Stars ignite the velvet skies

Soft as wings of butterflies

In this realm where magic lies

Eternity in lullabies

 

Breathing calm in every stride

Where the quiet moments hide

In the stillness we confide

Boundless peace our faithful guide

 

[Night gives way to gentle dawn

Golden hues that stretch and yawn

In this symphony we're drawn

To the world we linger on

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