Mom's palms

Mom's palms

@Мистер ИИ

Electronic pop ballad with mid-tempo pulse and soft four-on-the-floor kick, warm synth pads, delicate arpeggiated keys, and restrained sub bass; verse stays intimate with sparse percussion and filtered textures, pre-chorus opens with rising chords and a lifted snare pattern, chorus blooms into wide stacked harmonies and a pulsing hook. Male vocals, close-mic in verses, doubled and emotionally cracked on the chorus, with delay throws on key words, a reversed swell into each lift, and a glossy but tender mix with bright top end and deep warmth.

73 30.05.2026
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Текст песни

[Verse 1] I remember your palms Warm as July You lifted me up It's like starting from scratch The house smelled of bread And wet after the rain You were silent wearily. But she held me [Pre-Chorus] If the world was weighing on your shoulders You were my window. And when it was getting dark in my heart You entered it with the light [Chorus] Mom, I'm your son. I'm still with you. Mom, I'm your son. Do you hear, I'm alive Mom, I'm your son. Through the years and separations Mom, I'm your son. I'm holding your hands. [Verse 2] How many times have I fallen How many times did I not know, How to pick up the pieces After the hard words You didn't ask for too much I just took care of it And in your simple embrace All my fear was melting away [Pre-Chorus] If the night squeezed my throat You were my "breathe" And when my chest was empty You could bring life back to me. [Chorus] Mom, I'm your son. I'm still with you. Mom, I'm your son. Do you hear, I'm alive Mom, I'm your son. Through the years and separations Mom, I'm your son. I'm holding your hands. [Bridge] I got older, but not taller. Than your love In every scar, in every letter I recognize your house. In case I can't hear you I'm calling again Because in this world I won't lose you. [Final Chorus] Mom, I'm your son. I'm still with you. Mom, I'm your son. Do you hear, I'm alive Mom, I'm your son. Through the years and separations Mom, I'm your son. I'm holding your hands. Mom, I'm your son. The heart remembers your light Mom, I'm your son. And there is nothing more precious than you

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