Female Vocals

Musique Générée par IA

1045 Morceaux

Female Vocals Morceaux

Pochette de Ashes On The Apron par lucianneagu2018@gmail.com
03:13

il y a 3 mois

de lucianneagu2018@gmail.com

A medium-tempo piece with a deeply emotional atmosphere, combining authentic fiddle melody with organic tribal rhythms, supported by taraf (violin, dulcimer, accordion, double bass), with a mature, elegant and nostalgic groove, addressed to an audience of 30–50 years old who are looking for tradition reinterpreted in a modern way.

Pochette de Ashes On The Apron par lucianneagu2018@gmail.com
03:14

il y a 3 mois

de lucianneagu2018@gmail.com

A medium-tempo piece with a deeply emotional atmosphere, combining authentic fiddle melody with organic tribal rhythms, supported by taraf (violin, dulcimer, accordion, double bass), with a mature, elegant and nostalgic groove, addressed to an audience of 30–50 years old who are looking for tradition reinterpreted in a modern way.

Pochette de De când ești tu par Badea Mariana
03:22

il y a 3 mois

de Badea Mariana

De când ești tu, iubitul meu, lumea mea s-a așezat, Nu mai caut nicăieri ce am găsit când m-ai privit. În haosul din mine, tu ai fost liniștea. Strofa 2: De când ești tu, iubitul meu, nu mai mi-e frică de mine, Mă vezi exact așa cum sunt și totuși rămâi. Cu tine, chiar și tăcerile au devenit acasă. Pre-refren: Și dacă zilele vor fi grele, Dacă vom obosi uneori, Vreau să știi un lucru simplu: Eu te

Pochette de De când ești tu par Badea Mariana
03:09

il y a 3 mois

de Badea Mariana

De când ești tu, iubitul meu, lumea mea s-a așezat, Nu mai caut nicăieri ce am găsit când m-ai privit. În haosul din mine, tu ai fost liniștea. Strofa 2: De când ești tu, iubitul meu, nu mai mi-e frică de mine, Mă vezi exact așa cum sunt și totuși rămâi. Cu tine, chiar și tăcerile au devenit acasă. Pre-refren: Și dacă zilele vor fi grele, Dacă vom obosi uneori, Vreau să știi un lucru simplu: Eu te

Pochette de Prêmio Sou Eu par ANAC Silvax
03:20

il y a 3 mois

de ANAC Silvax

[Intro – falado, debochado] Cê achou que eu ia chorar? Amor… eu ri. [Verso 1] Homem fala demais, entrega pouco Promessa bonita, caráter torto Diz que é diferente, mas é igual Só muda o nome no contato, que é “mal” Jura que ama, jura que muda Some dois dias, volta pedindo desculpa Eu não sou psicóloga nem babá Se quiser confusão, vai procurar outro lugar [Pré-Refrão] Cê se acha o prêmio Mas eu sou

Pochette de Prêmio Sou Eu par ANAC Silvax
03:48

il y a 3 mois

de ANAC Silvax

[Intro – falado, debochado] Cê achou que eu ia chorar? Amor… eu ri. [Verso 1] Homem fala demais, entrega pouco Promessa bonita, caráter torto Diz que é diferente, mas é igual Só muda o nome no contato, que é “mal” Jura que ama, jura que muda Some dois dias, volta pedindo desculpa Eu não sou psicóloga nem babá Se quiser confusão, vai procurar outro lugar [Pré-Refrão] Cê se acha o prêmio Mas eu sou

Pochette de শীতের দিনে একলা ঘরে par Luf 123
03:43

il y a 3 mois

de Luf 123

জানলা দিয়ে বাতাস আসে কেউ থাকে না আমার পাশে মনির আছে নিজের কাজে ব্যথা বাজে মনের মাঝে শীতের দিনে একলা ঘরে বউয়ের চোখে জল যে ঝরে মনির পাশে থেকেও দূরে মনটা কাঁদে করুণ সুরে রাত বাড়ে আর শীত যে বাড়ে কেমন করে থাকবো ঘরে শীতের দিনে একলা ঘরে বউয়ের চোখে জল যে ঝরে মনির পাশে থেকেও দূরে মনটা কাঁদে করুণ সুরে

Pochette de শীতের দিনে একলা ঘরে par Luf 123
03:25

il y a 3 mois

de Luf 123

জানলা দিয়ে বাতাস আসে কেউ থাকে না আমার পাশে মনির আছে নিজের কাজে ব্যথা বাজে মনের মাঝে শীতের দিনে একলা ঘরে বউয়ের চোখে জল যে ঝরে মনির পাশে থেকেও দূরে মনটা কাঁদে করুণ সুরে রাত বাড়ে আর শীত যে বাড়ে কেমন করে থাকবো ঘরে শীতের দিনে একলা ঘরে বউয়ের চোখে জল যে ঝরে মনির পাশে থেকেও দূরে মনটা কাঁদে করুণ সুরে

Pochette de Wings Of My Own par Houda Mh
02:50

il y a 3 mois

de Houda Mh

Under the city lights, here I stand My heart on fire, nothing can hold my hand Step by step, I chase what I desire Every obstacle? Just a challenge I conquer higher I hear the call of life, it’s calling me Every moment that passes is a chance to be free Wings of hope, I soar above the clouds No fear, no stopping, this is my crowd Hardships? They mean nothing to me I’m the maker of my path, no

Pochette de Wings Of My Own par Houda Mh
02:57

il y a 3 mois

de Houda Mh

Under the city lights, here I stand My heart on fire, nothing can hold my hand Step by step, I chase what I desire Every obstacle? Just a challenge I conquer higher I hear the call of life, it’s calling me Every moment that passes is a chance to be free Wings of hope, I soar above the clouds No fear, no stopping, this is my crowd Hardships? They mean nothing to me I’m the maker of my path, no