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HEARTWAVE MUSIC
Heartwave album
ALBUM: COUNTRIES OF THE WORLD II
Thailand
Lyrics
Bangkok wakes where the Chao Phraya flows,
Glass towers shining where the old world grows,
Golden temple roofs catch the morning sun,
Street carts calling when the day’s begun.
Skytrain running through a restless sky,
Long-tail boats like memories passing by,
A million stories underneath the lights,
Bangkok turns the daylight into nights.
From the northern hills to the southern sea,
Every road reveals another history,
Old and new walking hand in hand,
That’s the rhythm of Thailand.
Thailand, Thailand, land of golden light,
Mountains in the morning, city stars at night,
From Bangkok’s river to Phuket’s sand,
There’s a thousand worlds inside Thailand.
Thailand, Thailand, where the colors run,
From ancient walls to islands in the sun,
Every city leaves its signature behind,
A country with a thousand ways to shine.
Chiang Mai rests where the northern mountains rise,
Lanterns like constellations filling up the skies,
Old city walls remember kingdoms gone,
While cafés wake beneath the northern dawn.
Hat Yai keeps the southern crossroads turning,
Markets full of voices, neon signs still burning,
Where travelers meet and cultures intertwine,
The southern gateway moving all the time.
Phuket wears the Andaman like a crown,
Blue water rolling past the island town,
Old Sino-Portuguese colors line the street,
While Patong keeps dancing to a midnight beat.
Lop Buri holds another kind of fame,
Ancient Khmer ruins carrying its name,
History watching from weathered walls of stone,
And monkeys acting like they own the throne.
Thailand, Thailand, land of golden light,
Mountains in the morning, city stars at night,
From Bangkok’s river to Phuket’s sand,
There’s a thousand worlds inside Thailand.
Thailand, Thailand, where the colors run,
From ancient walls to islands in the sun,
Every city leaves its signature behind,
A country with a thousand ways to shine.
Chon Buri looks across the eastern shore,
Industry and ocean meeting at its door,
Then Pattaya turns the coastline into flame,
Beach roads glowing underneath its famous name.
Khon Kaen stands in Thailand’s northeast heart,
Education, commerce, culture playing every part,
Where Isan drums can turn an evening bright,
And hometown traditions dance into the night.
There’s more than postcards underneath these skies,
More than turquoise water catching travelers’ eyes.
There are farmers in the fields when daylight breaks,
Fishing boats returning through the silver wake.
There are monks at dawn and markets after dark,
Recipes passed down like a family spark.
A nation isn’t buildings, borders, sea or sand—
It’s the people who put the “Thai” in Thailand.
Bangkok — where tomorrow meets the past,
Chiang Mai — where northern traditions last,
Hat Yai — where the southern highways meet,
Phuket — island colors in the street,
Lop Buri — where old kingdoms still remain,
Chon Buri — looking toward the coastal plain,
Khon Kaen — northeastern beating heart,
Pattaya — where the sea and city start.
Thailand, Thailand, land of golden light,
Emerald mornings, electric nights,
From northern mountains to the southern sand,
Every mile tells the story of Thailand.
Thailand, Thailand, let the whole world know,
Where rivers, roads and generations flow,
Past and future standing side by side—
With a golden heart and an ocean-wide pride.
Where the Chao Phraya carries dreams out to sea,
And northern lanterns rise wild and free,
From the smallest village to the skyline grand—
A thousand stories…
One Thailand.
South Korea
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Morning wakes in Seoul beneath a neon sky,
Ancient palace rooftops where the towers rise.
Millions moving forward, but the old ways still remain,
Cherry blossoms drifting softly after springtime rain.
From quiet temple bells to crowded city streets,
Tradition and tomorrow find a place where they can meet.
A nation built on courage, reaching farther every day,
Where history walks beside you in a bold and modern way.
Oh, South Korea, land of morning light,
Mountains in the distance, cities shining bright.
From Seoul down to Busan, where the ocean meets the shore,
Every road reveals another story to explore.
From autumn leaves to lanterns glowing through the night,
South Korea, you’re a country burning bright.
With your heart in every city and your dreams across the sea,
South Korea, keep on writing history.
Busan guards the coastline with its busy harbor strong,
Fishing boats and beaches where the waves keep rolling on.
Incheon greets the travelers coming in from far away,
A gateway to the nation and the start of brand-new days.
Daegu built its story with the textile trade in hand,
Threads of innovation woven through the land.
Daejeon looks ahead where new discoveries begin,
Research, science, knowledge—building futures from within.
Oh, South Korea, land of morning light,
Mountains in the distance, cities shining bright.
From Seoul down to Busan, where the ocean meets the shore,
Every road reveals another story to explore.
From autumn leaves to lanterns glowing through the night,
South Korea, you’re a country burning bright.
With your heart in every city and your dreams across the sea,
South Korea, keep on writing history.
When autumn comes to Hadong, colors cover every hill,
Golden fields and winding rivers, peaceful, calm, and still.
Sacheon opens wide beneath the changing autumn sky,
Where the beauty of the season makes you want to linger by.
Then Jinju comes alive when evening settles in,
Lanterns paint the river and the celebration begins.
Fireworks fill the heavens, reflections dance below,
A thousand colors shimmer in the festival’s glow.
And stories travel farther than the borders ever can,
Through the vision of a filmmaker and the service of a man.
Bong Joon-ho told his stories to audiences worldwide,
And Parasite made history with a nation full of pride.
Ban Ki-moon crossed oceans with diplomacy in view,
Serving at the United Nations, seeking common ground anew.
Different roads, one country, showing what a dream can be,
When imagination, courage, and determination meet.
Oh, South Korea, land of morning light,
Palaces and skylines underneath the stars at night.
Seoul, Busan, Incheon, Daegu, Daejeon too,
Every city adds another shade of red and gold and blue.
From Hadong into Sacheon, where the autumn breezes blow,
To Jinju’s glowing lanterns putting on their evening show.
With the mountains standing proudly and the waves upon the sea,
South Korea, keep on writing history.
From yesterday’s traditions to tomorrow’s open door,
From quiet mountain valleys to the busy ocean shore,
A country always moving, yet remembering where it’s been,
South Korea, let your next great story begin.
Denmark
Lyrics
At the top of Europe, where the North Sea meets the sky,
Jutland reaches toward the waves, and island lights shine by.
Four hundred islands, more or less, with stories of their own,
And Copenhagen wakes on Zealand as the morning sun is shown.
Down south, the road runs into Germany;
Across the Øresund, a bridge leads to Sweden.
Wherever you wander, the sea is close at hand—
Never more than fifty kilometers across this land.
Oh, Denmark, Denmark, let the bicycle bells ring,
Let the wind turn the turbines, let the whole wide coastline sing.
From a Viking ship to a little LEGO town,
There’s a light in every window when the evening settles down.
Six million hearts, a Danish krone in your hand—
Come on in and feel at home in Denmark.
In Odense, young Andersen dreamed beyond his door,
Of an ugly duckling finding wings, a mermaid by the shore.
In Copenhagen, Niels Bohr looked into the atom’s glow,
And helped the world see deeper than the world had ever known.
A story can take you anywhere;
A question can change what people see.
On these streets, old dreams and new ideas
Find room to breathe beside the sea.
Oh, Denmark, Denmark, let the bicycle bells ring,
Let the wind turn the turbines, let the whole wide coastline sing.
From a Viking ship to a little LEGO town,
There’s a light in every window when the evening settles down.
Six million hearts, a Danish krone in your hand—
Come on in and feel at home in Denmark.
Pull up a chair, pour something warm,
Stay awhile out of the rain.
Hygge is the laughter when we’re all together,
And nobody has to hurry away.
Oh, Denmark, Denmark, let the bicycle bells ring,
Let the wind turn the turbines, let the whole wide coastline sing.
From Jutland out to Zealand, with the water never far,
Every island has a story underneath the northern stars.
Six million hearts, and a welcome where you stand—
Come on in and feel at home in Denmark.
Heart of Russia
Lyrics
Morning finds the birches dressed in silver,
Sunlight lays a ribbon on the snow.
Somewhere far away, the same old river
Passes homes the highway doesn’t know.
From Eastern Europe into northern Asia,
Past the Urals, reaching toward the sea,
The largest country anywhere on Earth—
So much farther than the eye can see.
Russia, where the long roads meet the sky,
Where the winter teaches spring to rise.
Over seventeen million square kilometers wide,
With a million little worlds of life inside.
From a candle in a window to a rocket in the blue,
There’s a human heart in every sweeping view.
Russia, let your many voices ring—
A land so wide needs every song they sing.
Tolstoy brought us close to war and peace,
Dostoevsky searched the soul’s locked rooms.
Pushkin gave the printed page a heartbeat,
Tchaikovsky made a winter garden bloom.
In a dancer’s leap, a poet’s question,
In a melody that travels far,
People leave a little of their lifetime
Like a light beneath another’s stars.
Russia, where the long roads meet the sky,
Where the winter teaches spring to rise.
Over seventeen million square kilometers wide,
With a million little worlds of life inside.
From a candle in a window to a rocket in the blue,
There’s a human heart in every sweeping view.
Russia, let your many voices ring—
A land so wide needs every song they sing.
Mendeleev found order in the elements,
Left tomorrow spaces still to fill.
Gagarin rose beyond the world’s horizon—
We can feel the wonder of it still.
Science starts when someone keeps on asking;
Art begins where easy answers end.
One can show us what the stars are made of,
One can make those stars feel like a friend.
Russia, where the long roads meet the sky,
Where the winter teaches spring to rise.
Over seventeen million square kilometers wide,
With a million little worlds of life inside.
May the hands that write the poems
Find the hands that sow the grain;
May the songs around the table
Outlive every season’s pain.
Russia, let your many voices ring—
A land so wide needs every song they sing.
Morning finds the birches dressed in silver,
Someone puts the kettle on for tea.
Across that great, unfolding stretch of country,
Another window looks out to see.