Lyrics
Out on the water, the sun starts to fade
A thousand strong voices, a new masquerade
We pull on the oars with the strength of the tide
Nowhere to run and there’s nowhere to hide
The captain is shouting, the rhythm is clear
We conquer the ocean, we conquer the fear
Aloha heja he, aloha heja he
Aloha heja he, aloha heja he
Raise up your hands if you're wild and you're free
Aloha heja he, aloha heja he
Bam Bam (Bam, Bam)
Feel the drum hit your chest
Zack zack
No time for a rest
Ahhhhhhh
Let the spirit ignite
Noooooo
We don't give up the fight
Shoulder to shoulder, we’re back to back
Under the pressure, we never will crack
The horizon is calling, a mysterious land
We follow the beat of the invisible band
Sweat on our brows but a fire inside
Singing the anthem across the divide
Aloha heja he, aloha heja he
Aloha heja he, aloha heja he
Raise up your hands if you're wild and you're free
Aloha heja he, aloha heja he
Beck to beck, yeah we stand tall
Listen closely to the siren's call
Zack zack, move your feet on the floor
Bam Bam, give us a little bit more
Bam Bam!
Zack zack!
Aloha!
Heja he!
Aloha heja he, aloha heja he
Aloha heja he, aloha heja he
Raise up your hands if you're wild and you're free
Aloha heja he, aloha heja he
Ahhhhhhh
Into the night we go
Noooooo
Don't let the rhythm slow
Bam Bam
Aloha heja he...
Lyrics written Kai-Dominik Bertha (ELAG ERFURT)
Copyright by Radio PTR
Radio PTR Inc. Slowakei
Most SNP, 851 01 Bratislava
#song #newzealand
Synopsis
Claire and her companions return to recruit Chris once again. Their objective is to assist in securing "Ventus," the Wind Crystal Element, as its recovery has proven difficult. Claire explains that to complete Earth's "Ascension" and permanently sever the interference of dark forces, Chris's unique strength is indispensable.
Despite hesitating due to his past brushes with death, Chris ultimately resolves to go for the sake of world peace. However, before departing, he seeks counsel from the guardian dragon Elandra to resolve the lingering mystery behind the previous day's incident involving Ms. Tagawa and Yuri’s demon summoning.
The ice of Greenland holds ancient stories that the wind has whispered for thousands of years. It is not a possession that can be claimed, but a chapter in the great, common book of the Earth. We are all tenants here, temporary administrators who share this house with every creature.
However, some speak of acquisition, of drawing lines on maps, as if the land were a commodity. Others inflame conflicts over borders, forgetting that blood-soaked soil only brings grief. These are the deeds of those who believe that they own, not of those who understand that they borrow.
The real task is not division, but preservation. The question to every manager should not be: "What can I take with me?" but "What do I need to protect?" Our legacy is not measured by conquered territories, but by the health of forests, the purity of waters and the stability of the climate that we leave behind.
Because the children of tomorrow are waiting for their inheritance. Let it be a world that is still whole, still alive, still honorable. Let's be remembered as the generation that chose to be guardians, not conquerors. The lease is for the whole life; we have to take care of the garden together.
Lyrics
Greenland
Cold breath
Ice like old glass
Scars in the glaciers
Traces of our greed in the wet
Foreign flags in the fjords
Cards full of someone else's hand
Talk about possessions and orders
As if this was more than just a country
Greenland belongs to the earth
Not your cold paper
No one owns the herd
The one who was here long before us was like us
Greenland belongs to the earth
Finally stop
To take it to you
What you manage
It's just emptiness
If you forget
Who do we belong to
Children learn old songs
Language breathes in the polar
But contracts are tearing up again
What has happened since ancient times
Sit
See the message
„Resources
Rewards
Power“
Say
Where is the awe
When you laugh at boundaries?
Greenland belongs to the earth
Not your cold paper
No one owns the herd
The one who was here long before us was like us
Greenland belongs to the earth
Finally stop
To take it to you
What you manage
It's just emptiness
If you forget
Who do we belong to
Who owns a heaven?
Who owns the sea?
Who owns a breath?
Don't you
My Lord
Land is more than numbers
More than your game
This is about stories
And to every silent animal (oh)
Greenland belongs to the earth
Not your cold paper
No one owns the herd
The one who was here long before us was like us
Greenland belongs to the earth
Finally stop
To take it to you
Land and culture are part of the earth
As long as we live
As long as we go
Lyrics written Kai-Dominik Bertha (ELAG ERFURT)
Copyright by Radio PTR
Radio PTR Inc. Slowakei
Most SNP, 851 01 Bratislava
#song #grönland #grønland
A good day wrapped in soft light, a gentle smile, and that quiet confidence that makes everything feel warmer. Pretty doesn’t have to be loud—sometimes it’s in the way I move, the way I look at the world, the way I let my softness show without apology. Darling energy, calm heart, and a glow that comes from feeling good on the inside. I’m learning to enjoy the little moments, to romanticize the simple things, and to carry grace wherever I go. Today isn’t about trying too hard—it’s about being present, being kind, and letting my natural beauty speak for itself. A pretty darling with good intentions, good vibes, and a heart that chooses peace every time ✨
After glass go broken on doors, I was yelled at and called by mother again as mentaly ill sick individual etc. reason because of whom father left to home for elderly
ausertimes.blogspot.com/2026/01/gaslighting-jan-14th-2026-and-what.html Gaslighting Jan 14th, 2026 AND WHAT ended with my catching lady imitating Ljubljana psychiatric nurses and broken door glass at 04am after warning mother about drying clothing in a wrong part of the house
door glass, window, mother, elder care, van, home for elderly, father, windshield, wipers, heating, car, vw polo,
I’m live, relaxed, and in the mood to have some fun with you. This is one of those nights where I’m feeling confident, playful, and ready to flirt a little while we chat. I love when it feels personal, like we’re just hanging out together, sharing energy, teasing, and letting the vibe flow naturally. If you’re looking to unwind, smile, and enjoy some attention, you’re in the right place. Come join me, say hi, and stay awhile. You never know where the conversation might go when we’re having fun together live.
The journey of the soul begins with the courage to let go and flow with the divine rhythm of the universe. In this video, Pure Heart Flow, we invite you to immerse yourself in a world of spiritual cleansing and emotional renewal. Just as the spring waters wash away the remnants of winter, this melody and imagery are designed to help you release old burdens and find clarity within.
A pure heart is not one that has never known mud, but one that has allowed the holy stream to wash it clean. As you listen, feel your spirit ignite and shine bright, embracing a new day without fear. This is your moment to take control of your destiny and step into a state of wholeness and purity. Allow the light to gleam through the shadows, and let your heart truly shine with a feeling so divine. Whether you are seeking a fresh start or a deeper connection to your inner self, let this flow guide you home to the peace that resides in your heart.
Truth Inside – Awakening to Your Inner Reality
We spend our lives chasing shadows and seeking signs in the outside world. Yet, the light we truly seek has always resided deep within ourselves.
This video invites you on a spiritual journey to access the truth hidden in the depths of your heart and release your authentic self. Even if you find yourself amidst inner chaos or a stormy sea of emotions, remember that this is a sacred process of shedding the old to unfold a brand-new story.
Do not fear the pain; instead, open your heart and let it all go. When you release your grip on expectation and disguise, your soul will discover its guiding star. The truth within shows you who you truly are, leading you toward ultimate freedom.
Your new chapter begins now. Listen to the inner voice, step inside your truth, and let your light shine bright.
We are all bound by invisible chains — desires, attachments, and the weight of our past selves. This video, Infinite Return, is a lyrical journey depicting the soul’s process of breaking free from these bonds to return to its original, pure state.
From the silent deserts to the vast starry skies, the protagonist’s path toward liberation symbolizes our own internal struggles and the beauty of letting go. We are born of stardust and to dust we shall return. Within this eternal cycle, the Infinite Return, will you discover your true essence?
Freedom’s edge is not a distant shore but a place that already exists within you. If you feel restricted by life’s limits, let this visual and musical experience guide you toward the ocean of endless possibilities.
The morning sun bathes the runway horizon in warm gold, while Captain Lena performs her last check at the cockpit of her Boeing 737. Her hands glide over switches and displays, a choreography of precision and familiarity. A smile plays around your lips – not only because of the perfect weather report. Today, she not only transports 180 souls to the coast, but also a small, carefully packed package in the cargo hold. In it: the medication for a boy in Lena's destination city, urgently needed, ordered overnight.
"Good morning, dear passengers, this is your captain speaking. We are ready for a quiet flight in clear skies.“ Her voice in the speaker is calm and confident. She thinks of the countless faces behind her – the business traveler who wants to see his family again, the young student on her first big adventure, the grandmother hugging her grandson. And to the boy who is waiting for the cargo in the belly of the plane.
As the plane gently ascends into the blue sky, co-pilot Mika monitors the systems with watchful eyes. For outsiders, it may be just machines and procedures. For them it is a promise. A promise of security, of connection, of responsibility. Every check, every decision, every little course correction is made with this silent commitment: *To get them all safely where they need to go. All.*
Years ago, Lena recalls, when she was still piloting cargo flights across the Atlantic, it was about machine spare parts that kept a factory running, or about fresh fish for a restaurant remote from the continent. The cargo was anonymous, the responsibility was the same. Whether passengers or parcels – both are valuable cargoes, entrusted pieces of life and everyday life.
Somewhere above the cloud-covered mountains, air traffic control reports with a slight route change due to a weather cell. Lena and Mika nod to each other, work synchronously. No hassle, just focused professionalism. The path is rarely a perfect straight line, but the goal remains immovable.
When the landing gear lands on the runway hours later – a gentle, barely noticeable *whoosh* - it's more than just a good landing. It is a fulfilled promise. The passengers clap softly, a man sighs with relief. Lena smiles. While the doors are being opened and people are pouring in, the special package is already being sorted out at the bottom and taken on its way to the hospital.
Later, in the abandoned cabin, Lena looks out at the rolling luggage belt. She sees the reunited families, the hurried businessmen. She knows that in an hour a colleague will be sitting in her machine to deliver cargo to Oslo – electronics, documents, perhaps again vital medicine.
It's never just about flying. It's about the in-between. To build the bridge you need, day after day, flight after flight. For the people out there and for the packages that contain wishes, hopes and necessities. Their heaven is not a lonely place; it is full of meaning, a rail network of care at an altitude of 10,000 meters. And tomorrow she will do it again.
Lyrics
In skies of trust, I spread my wings,
Carry the world where winds and clouds align.
Through storms and calm, I soar and glide,
With every flight, I feel alive.
Clouds like blankets, soft and wide,
Protect me as I ride the skies.
Cargo and folks, they rest in peace,
Safe in my hands, no need to cease.
In skies of trust, I'm free to fly,
Through wind and weather, I stand tall and high.
Proud when trusted, I take them near,
In skies of trust, we're always clear.
In skies of trust, I'm free to fly,
Through wind and weather, I stand tall and high.
Proud when trusted, I take them near,
In skies of trust, we're always clear.
Above the clouds, I see the light,
Guiding me through, day and night.
With every flight, I gain more strength,
In skies of trust, I find my length.
In skies of trust, I'm free to roam,
Over mountains, seas, and home.
With every flight, I feel so alive,
In skies of trust, I can't deny.
In skies of trust, I'm free to fly,
Through wind and weather, I stand tall and high.
Proud when trusted, I take them near,
In skies of trust, we're always clear.
In skies of trust, I'm free to fly,
Through wind and weather, I stand tall and high.
Proud when trusted, I take them near,
In skies of trust, we're always clear.
Lyrics written Kai-Dominik Bertha (ELAG ERFURT)
Copyright by Radio PTR
Radio PTR Inc. Slowakei
Most SNP, 851 01 Bratislava
#song #dream #dance #fly
A life without electricity
In a world where technology dominates our daily lives, it is difficult to imagine living without it. But what happens when there is suddenly no electricity available and digital memories are trapped in unreachable systems? At such moments, analog memories gain significance.
The value of analog memories
Analog photos and handwritten letters are more than just artifacts from the past. They are tangible reminders of moments that do not depend on a click on a screen. These physical objects allow us to plunge into past times and relive the stories of our lives.
Advantages of analog memories:
Independence from technology : Photos and letters do not require electricity or Internet to be viewed or read.
Emotional Connection : A handwritten letter carries the personal touch of the author, which creates a deeper emotional connection.
Long-lasting Durability: Unlike digital files, which can be lost if systems fail, analog memories can last for decades.
The beauty of simplicity
In the age of digitization, it is often forgotten how valuable simple things can be. The ability to flip through a photo album or read an old letter provides a unique experience that digital media cannot fully recreate.
Tips for maintaining analog memories:
Safe Storage : Store photos and letters in a dry, dark place to prevent aging.
Regular Review : Take the time to review your analog memories regularly to keep their meaning alive.
Share with others : Share these memories with family and friends to share stories and experiences.
Conclusion
Although technology has enriched our lives in many ways, the lack of electricity reminds us of the value and beauty of simplicity. Analog memories are not only a flashback to the past, but also a bridge to the emotions that make us human. When the lights go out and screens turn black, the warmth of an old photo or the words of a loved one on paper still remains.
Lyrics
In the old days, there were no dates,
Just letters and photos that we loved.
Memories on paper, so real and clear,
Now they are just on the screen, elusive.
I'm looking in old boxes, what I'm looking for,
Letters from earlier that I wish for.
The Pappenheimer, the smell of time,
Reminds me of days I didn't forget.
But the digital times, they take a lot from us,
The memories we lose are a pain.
Analog times, back to which I go,
Where everything is real, not just data.
Looking for a way to preserve these memories,
In the old days, when there were still real things.
I'm driving through the streets where we met,
Feelings that are as real as they were.
In the old days, it was easier,
But now everything is so digital, so remote.
System errors often drive me crazy,
But then I think about old times.
Analog times that calm me down,
Because they have a magic that I enjoy.
But the digital times, they take a lot from us,
The memories we lose are a pain.
Analog times, back to which I go,
Where everything is real, not just data.
Looking for a way to preserve these memories,
In the old days, when there were still real things.
Analog times, back to which I go,
Where everything is real, not just data.
Looking for a way to preserve these memories,
In the old days, when there were still real things.
Lyrics written Kai-Dominik Bertha (ELAG ERFURT)
Copyright by Radio PTR
Radio PTR Inc. Slowakei
Most SNP, 851 01 Bratislava
#song #dance #pop #musikvideo
