{"id":20031,"date":"2026-03-03T16:46:28","date_gmt":"2026-03-03T15:46:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/?p=20031"},"modified":"2026-04-07T22:41:53","modified_gmt":"2026-04-07T21:41:53","slug":"sky-division-summer-quiet-2026","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/?p=20031","title":{"rendered":"Sky Division &#8211; Summer Quiet, 2026"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-20031-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/skyd_-_summer_quiet_rnd1.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/skyd_-_summer_quiet_rnd1.mp3\">https:\/\/letrat.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/skyd_-_summer_quiet_rnd1.mp3<\/a><\/audio><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nSky Division &#8211; &#8220;<strong>Summer Quiet<\/strong>&#8220;, 2026 \/ Primitive Heart<br \/>\n&#8230;a simple ballad about the innocence of youth, young woman reflecting, singing about the poignancy of memories, about the bittersweet memory of the first love, she is remembering the joys but she also &#8220;understands&#8221; the lessons learned from the past : )<br \/>\n<div style=\"width: 640px;\" class=\"wp-video\"><video class=\"wp-video-shortcode\" id=\"video-20031-1\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" preload=\"metadata\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"video\/mp4\" src=\"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/skyd_-_summer_quiet_2026_or.mp4?_=1\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/skyd_-_summer_quiet_2026_or.mp4\">https:\/\/letrat.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/skyd_-_summer_quiet_2026_or.mp4<\/a><\/video><\/div><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<em>Summer Quiet \/ Lyrics<\/em><\/p>\n<p>You wrote my name<br \/>\nIn the dust on your old dashboard<br \/>\nSunburnt feet<br \/>\nOn the cracked front porch<br \/>\nWe were too young<br \/>\nTo know what &#8220;always&#8221; meant<br \/>\nStill I swore it<br \/>\nLike a quiet accident<\/p>\n<p>First summer quiet<br \/>\nHiding in the heat of day<br \/>\nI thought love was simple<br \/>\nYou would never fade away<br \/>\nNow I taste that sweetness<br \/>\nAnd a little salt behind my eyes<br \/>\nFirst summer quiet<br \/>\nTeaching me how joy can say goodbye<br \/>\n(2 x)<\/p>\n<p>First summer quiet<br \/>\nHiding in the heat of day<br \/>\nI thought love was simple<br \/>\nYou would never fade away<br \/>\nNow I taste that sweetness<br \/>\nAnd a little salt behind my eyes<br \/>\nFirst summer quiet<br \/>\nTeaching me how joy can say goodbye<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t blame the leaving<br \/>\nI don&#8217;t curse the years<br \/>\nI keep what we were<br \/>\nFolded gently in my fears<br \/>\nIf I saw you walking<br \/>\nDown my street tonight<br \/>\nI&#8217;d still say hello<br \/>\nBut I\u2019d sleep alone just fine<br \/>\n(mm)<\/p>\n<p>First summer quiet<br \/>\nHiding in the heat of day<br \/>\nI thought love was simple<br \/>\nYou would never fade away<br \/>\nNow I taste that sweetness<br \/>\nAnd a little salt behind my eyes<br \/>\nFirst summer quiet<br \/>\nThank you for the way<br \/>\nyou said goodbye<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Sky Division &#8211; &#8220;Summer Quiet&#8220;, 2026 \/ Primitive Heart &#8230;a simple ballad about the innocence of youth, young woman reflecting, singing about the poignancy of memories, about the bittersweet memory of the first love, she is remembering the joys&hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/?p=20031\" class=\"more-link\">Lexo <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[86,24],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20031","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-music","category-skyd"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20031","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=20031"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20031\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=20031"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=20031"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=20031"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}