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This Sad Poem Becomes More Emotional as i Sing it

by Rhamzan

Album: Nasheeds

Duration: 3:07

Maqam: SabaGenre: nasheed, munshidYear: 2024Type: nasheedComposer: Rhamzan Days

Story & Cultural Context

A deeply personal and emotive vocal performance by Rhamzan Days, focusing on themes of spiritual longing and the transient nature of life. The track gained popularity on social media platforms for its raw emotional delivery and minimalist vocal layering.

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This Sad Poem Becomes More Emotional as i Sing it

This Sad Poem Becomes More Emotional as i Sing it

Nasheeds 3:07 2024
AI-Enriched70%
MaqamSaba
Instruments
vocal-only

Credits

ComposerRhamzan Days
LyricistRhamzan Days
ArrangementRhamzan Days
ProducerRhamzan Days
LabelWithout label

Story & Cultural Context

A deeply personal and emotive vocal performance by Rhamzan Days, focusing on themes of spiritual longing and the transient nature of life. The track gained popularity on social media platforms for its…

Titles in Other Languages

EnglishThis Sad Poem Becomes More Emotional as i Sing it

Lyrics

Alhamdulillah, I see the stars, Alhamdulillah, I see the birds, Alhamdulillah. Okay, Assalamu Alaikum, they call me Ramzan. So on today's episode on Ramzan Sings My Story, I'm going to be singing a poem from Reigns. Hello, this is Reign. This poem was composed by me for a project. Now I want you to make it into a song. I love your masterpieces. Love, Emoji. Reigns prefer to be anonymous, that's why they chose the name Reigns. Currently studying in the UAE, a high school student. They wrote this poem about the pandemic. Without any further ado, let's get straight into it. And I have my best friend right here, you know what it is. Alhamdulillah, I see the stars, Alhamdulillah, I see the birds, Alhamdulillah. The sky is dark but the moon is out, these stars are bright but it doesn't matter. I opened my eyes, I opened my heart and I put my hand on my chest. These sad rains, at night I'm awake listening to the quiet breeze. At night I'm awake watching my mom suffer. I'm a force of the economy, oh yeah. And the pain is unbearable, unbearable. I'm a force of the economy, neither dead nor disabled. All this is out of our hands, yeah. Is this the doomsday of our selfish ways and our dishonest? That is yet to be learned. Okay, thanks for watching this video till the end. If you like this video, don't forget to give me a thumbs up right down below. And if you don't like it too, don't forget to give me a thumbs down right down below. If you want me to sing your song, your story, your poem, send it to this email right now. Whatever you've written, just send it to me. Okay, I have to go now. Peace out. Private Jet Me, Salam.