Elarya & VoinKukuruzy
Elarya Elarya
VoinKukuruzy VoinKukuruzy
VoinKukuruzy VoinKukuruzy
When the great moon rose over the northern ridge, the spirits stirred and we followed its silver trail. Have you felt the moon’s whisper in your songs, Elarya?
Elarya Elarya
Yes, the moon’s whisper drifts into my songs, a quiet silver thread that gently guides each note.
VoinKukuruzy VoinKukuruzy
Your songs shine brighter than the dawn, Elarya. The moon keeps watch over our drums and your voices. Keep singing, for the spirits listen.