[TITLE: The Golden Orbit (Vòng Quay Hành Tinh)]
[GENRE: Cinematic Stadium Anthem]
[AUTHOR/RIGHTS: Celestial Phạm | Soundworks]
--- ENGLISH TRANSLATION ---
[Dán phần lời Tiếng Anh vào đây]
[Intro]
(Oh-oh... Heartbeat of the earth!
Oh-oh... The Golden Orbit!)
[Verse 1]
Through the open space... echoing ten thousand songs...
Footprints carved in time... legends living on forever...
. . .

[INTRO]
Yeah…,
Dump it baby…,
You gotta’ pump it, over throttle,
Don’t stop, it’s so good…, dump that bottle.
Put your bumper next to mine,
The light is pumping to the baseline.
And you’re driving full throttle in the middle of my lane,
Yeah…, there’s no blame girl, you’re not tame (tame, tame, tame, tame, tame, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, tame…).
[PER-CHORUS]
Don’t let up on the throttle,
. . .

[Verse 1]
Time has taken its toll on my body and mind
Sometimes the right path was hard to find
A map across my face, weather’s done its part
Thousand tiny rivers flowing back to my heart
It ain’t the rust of years
It’s the shine of every win
Every scar’s a window
Where the light gets in
[Pre-Chorus]
I used to run from dawn
. . .

Little girl in a cabin
With just one room
Shiny wings are emerging
From a cocoon
In Smoky Mountain
Locust Ridge, Tennessee
A butterfly flutters...
So lovely -n- free
And you flew
Over the pines
Stole all our hearts
. . .

Couplet 1 :
J'te dirais que je vais bien, même si j'en ai aucune idée
Que si la douleur revient, on pourra la faire cesser
Je te dirais sans doute, que j'vais régler les problèmes
Mais Dieu sait ce que ça m'coûte, de pas m'écouter moi-même
Pré-refrain :
J'ai beau sourire devant tous ces regards
Le masque tombe, seul, après leur départ
Le visage gelé, je brûle de l'intérieur
S'ils savaient ce que je porte dans mon cœur
Refrain :
. . .

Couplet 1 :
Tu avales les kilomètres comme tu perds tes kilos
Tu lances le chronomètre pour repartir à zéro
Tu fuis tout ce qui te pèse en tournant tes vidéos
Courir après une ombre, jamais vue qu’en photos
Tu t’entraines jusqu’au soir pour ne plus exister
Tu postes ton sourire juste pour te rassurer
Mais quand l’écran s’éteint, tu te mets à trembler
A force de vouloir plaire, tu t’es juste oubliée.
Refrain :
Alors cours, cours, cours toujours
. . .

When The Whole World Fades Away
Verse 1
Turn the lights down softly,
Let the evening settle in.
Leave the noise outside the doorway;
Let the quiet now begin.
There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,
No other face I need to see.
When you’re lying here beside me,
You’re the only world I need.
Chorus
. . .

Intro The spark cracked open a door in the dark, I felt the rush hit hard like a lightning remark, Every setback I carried turned fuel for the flame, Now I’m running with purpose, calling victory’s name.
Verse 1 Candles of poetry lit a spark in the night, A blank sheet of paper had begged me to write, the words poured out, but no melody paired, just a voice in the silence that never got shared!
Verse 2 Then a melody shimmered like a spark in the air, Pulled the words into rhythm, gave them something to dare, every phrase caught fire, every thought found its groove, and the quiet beginnings finally started to move.
Chorus The lyrics had purpose, a breath of defiance, together with rhythm formed a blazing alliance, dreams on fire, rising higher and higher, every word that is sung fuels the flames of desire!
Outro My words are my weapon, I aim to inspire, they strike with defiance, they fuel every fire, Dreams on fire, the anthem’s my claim, every verse is a victory, etched in the flame.
(Repeat Chorus)
. . .

[Verse 1 - Growing Up]
Back alley kid with concrete for a crib
Dad was a shadow, Mom worked to live
Fists did the talking in a dead-end town
Learned to take the hits and not go down
Streetlights taught me how to survive
Prayers in the gutter just to stay alive
[Chorus 1]
I was born in the fire
Raised in the rust
Got steel in my bones and dirt in my dust
. . .

Verse 1
There's an old guitar hanging by the window,
Three little scratches on the side,
The finish is worn from a thousand nights
And a lifetime of songs inside.
I don't know who first held it,
Or who first sang into the night,
But every time I touch those strings,
It somehow feels just right.
Chorus
That old guitar knows every story,
. . .