MUR//MUR//ACE [HLOUBKA//SOUZNĚNÍ]

MURMURACE _______________________________ | by @princessakikoheartfield | Original lyrics without AI _______________________________ Hi everyone ! I hope u’re all doing well and taking care of urselves. 💕 "Murmuration" is a new song from my new album ( for now named) HLOUBKA//SOUZNĚNÍ, a continuation of LÁSKA. If LÁSKA was about the many faces of love, this album is about what happens when those faces begin to change. As I grew, I stopped trying to define love. I started learning to simply experience it. While writing this song, I kept thinking about Heraclitus and his river. We never step into the same river twice, because neither the river nor we remain the same. The murmuration became my river. A river flowing through the sky instead of the earth. No bird knows the shape it is drawing with its wings. None carries a map of the sky. Yet together, they create something beautiful for a brief moment before it disappears again. Maybe love is like that. We never meet it twice. And maybe that isn't something to fear, but something to celebrate, because every day gives us another chance to fall in love with who we are becoming. I also want to thank the artists who have quietly shaped me along the way. Notvizion is one of them. His vision, his kindness, and his music have stayed with me, even after his work disappeared from Suno. Some creations never really disappear. They simply find another place to live. If this song stays with you, it doesn't give you an answer. It simply reminds you that love can be beautiful, even when it keeps changing. Thank you for listening. And enjoy! _______________________________ Říkají, že lásku poznáš. Má svůj tvar, má svůj hlas. Ve slovech jsem ji hledal. Jenže slova zaostala. Murmurace Kreslíme lásku jako obzor, kterého chceme dosáhnout. Dáváme jí tvář, abychom ji nemuseli hledat dál. Ale naše gesta se mění, ještě než je stačíme vyprávět. Jako Murmurace ptáků, nebe stírá každou definici. Tancuj... Jestli jí chceš dát jméno. Tancuj... Dokud to jméno nezmizí. Jdeme po křivkách, nevíme proč. Možná nás tam láska čeká. Přítel. (Fajfka) Milenec. (Fajfka) Rodina. (Fajfka) Posedlost. (Fajfka) Toxická láska. (Fajfka) Spřízněná duše... (Fajfka) Vytváříme hranice. Slova staví domy, křídla neznají dveře. Každé setkání hýbe zdmi, co zdály se stát navždy Tancujme... Jsme kruh? Jsme vlna? Jsme mrak? Z dálky jsme vším, tím vším zároveň. Tancuj... Ve větru, kde se kreslí nebe. Tancuj... V pohybu, který spojuje nás. Co je láska? Je to opravdu láska? Ale... Murmurace... Možná je to láska? Nebo jen jméno... Pro to, co odlétá. Ještě vzniká? Chceme vědět, kam tanec vede, než uděláme první krok. Buďme spolu, a možná nám pohyb řekne, kým jsme... Nebo možná ne, možná ne, možná ne, nebo proč ne. Tancuj... Zůstává už jen tanec. Tancuj... Jména odletěla pryč. Křivky nás teď následují. Nevedou nikam. A přesto naše kroky pokračují. Tancuj... Žádný pták neví, co kreslí křídly. Tancuj... Žádný pták nemá mapu nebe. Možná není čeho se držet. Nic, co dokázat... Tak tancujme... Přijměme lásku v její nejistotě, v kráse jejího věčného stávání se... Tancuj... Tancuj... Ano, možná nikdy nebude odpověď. Jen pohyb. Jen pohyb. Už jsme tančili. Tancuj... tancuj... A to bylo dost. A to je dost. A to bude dost. Murmurace _______________________________ English trad. They say you can recognize love. It has its shape, it has its voice. I searched for it in words. But words fell behind. Murmuration We draw love like a horizon, that we want to reach. We give it a face, so that we don't have to search for it anymore. But our gestures change, before we even have time to tell their story. Like a murmuration of birds, the sky erases every definition. Dance... If you want to give it a name. Dance... Until that name disappears. We follow curves, we don't know why. Maybe love is waiting for us there. Friend. (check) Lover. (check) Family. (check) Obsession. (check) Toxic love. (check) Soulmate... (check) We create boundaries. Words build houses, but wings do not know doors. Every encounter moves the walls, that seemed to stand forever. Let us dance... Are we a circle? Are we a wave? Are we a cloud? From afar, we are everything, all of it at once. Dance... In the wind where the sky is drawn. Dance... In the movement that connects us. What is love? Is it really love? But... Murmuration... Maybe it is love? Or just a name... For what is flying away. Is it still becoming? We want to know where the dance leads, before we take the first step. Let us be together, and maybe movement will tell us who we are... Or maybe not, maybe not, maybe not, or why not. Dance... Only the dance remains. Dance... The names have flown away. The curves now follow us. They lead nowhere. And yet our steps continue. Dance... No bird knows what it draws with its wings. Dance... No bird has a map of the sky. Maybe there is nothing to hold onto. Nothing to prove... So let us dance... Let us accept love in its uncertainty, in the beauty of its eternal becoming... Dance... Dance... Yes, maybe there will never be an answer. Only movement. Only movement. We have already danced. Dance... dance... And that was enough. And that is enough. And that will be enough. Murmuration _______________________________