The rhythm of my heart

Through the velvet of evening moonlight steals,
Leaving a barely visible trace on the glass.
A motif is born, transparent and deep,
Like a warm, gentle current in the ocean.
Footsteps on the keys — like a whisper in the wind,
I gather these sounds in the morning.


There are no clocks here, just this groove,
We breathe in time, stepping toward the constellations.

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The rhythm of my heart is a compass in the dark,
It draws patterns on a blank sheet.
The rhythm of my heart is like a jazz breeze,
Carrying us right beyond our paradise.
Listen to how it beats...
In it, our spring will awake.


Weaving notes into a lace-like thread,
I release my fears into the ocean.
We cannot stop this magic,
It tears away masks and deceit.
The music flows, erasing all edges,
Where there is only the cosmos — just you and I.


There are no borders here, just this groove,
We breathe in time, stepping toward the constellations.

Припев
The rhythm of my heart is a compass in the dark,
It draws patterns on a blank sheet.
The rhythm of my heart is like a jazz breeze,
Carrying us right beyond our paradise.
Listen to how it beats...
In it, our spring will awake.


Higher than words, further than stars,
This beat paves a bridge.
Every measure is a step to you,
A bright sign in my destiny!


Припев
The rhythm of my heart is a compass in the dark,
It draws patterns on a blank sheet.
The rhythm of my heart is like a jazz breeze,
Carrying us right beyond our paradise.


Listen to the rhythm...
Let it echo in your soul...
It will break through time...