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Subscribe to Matoula Zamani's channel: http://bit.ly/2Jra2a2 Find the album Nuka on: Spotify: https://spoti.fi/2PGHPgH iTunes: https://apple.co/2PH35mh Deezer: http://bit.ly/2SRJ9PL Music-lyrics: Matoula Zamani Orchestration: Mata Z. Production: Matamoshi Mix-Mastering: Titos Kargiotakis, Christos Charpilas (Royal Alzheimer Hall) The main recordings were made at Polytropon studio in Kalamaria, with sound engineer Christos Megas. "The wrong kisses" were recorded at Reclt studio with sound engineer Haris Kremmydas and "Poula" was recorded at zero gravity studio with my sound engineer of 9 years, Dimitris Dimitriadis. "Giannoula, the Curd Girl" was recorded at Antart studios with sound engineer Nikos Kollias, while the chorus of "Alithia" was recorded at Art Lab studio. The voices, the song "Prin" and "Agathaimerinotida" were recorded at Koutsomoura studio in Kifissa, with sound engineer Spyros Moschoutis, a brotherly friend and loyal collaborator, whom I thank for his love and generosity. Artwork: Panagiotis Andrianos The musicians played: Kostas Nikolopoulos: guitars Spyros Moschoutis: drums, percussion Konstantinos Zouganelis: bass Giannis Kontaratos: violin Vasilis Lemonias: cello Thanos Stavridis: keyboards Giannis Antoniadis: clarinet (The clarinet was recorded at Cue productions) • Before Before you leave my hands, When it will dawn.. Before you leave our house, when it will be night.. Take the caresses and the kisses, take my heart too, leave me only the sorrow, my secret consolation. Before you refuse my eyes And look for other fires.. Before you fear love and go somewhere else to play Take the trees, the mountains, take the flowers too. Leave me only my voice, so I can sing you songs. •Nuka• Just before 2018 leaves, passing through fire and iron, flirting with utopia, gathering memories, experiential emotions and sea kisses, dressing them with melodies, I leave you my newborn songs.. Nuka, is the title of the new album, which in Vlach means walnut.. The walnut with deep and huge roots in the earth, is sometimes watered with tears of joy and sometimes of sorrow, grows and stands discreetly proud, while its fruit resembles the human brain.. Among its leaves, the wrong kisses slip, Ikarian melodies are heard, passions are born with rustic traditional clarinet and stellar keyboards.. At its roots my thoughts rest, the need for freedom, breath, love, truth and source of humor In her trunk rests the thorny melancholy and for a while, Giannoula the koulourou. 10 songs with infinite images in a festival atmosphere, wandering emotions, emigrant caresses, frantic hugs, bare feet.. With joy in this sharing.. Together.. The album is dedicated to my father, Giannis Zamanis. #MatoulaZamani #Prin