"A Woman. A Man. A Swine."

Security is breached. The loud applause changed by the drum-roll of a funeral march. Wet fingers ferret in the luxury's empty pockets.  The horn of life was on and on a-playing variations of survival themes. The still-enchanting voice has lost its bells.   It happened so that alien poisons from the bottom of the bog were drunk by the black mouths and thus there was no sense in the attempt to rise the head, as it came blatant clear. The sullen clouds have darkened the horizon. The past has disappeared. White crows have spilt the ink onto an empty sheet, and then a stranger in a croaking voice quoth loud the prophesies of the dead atrament.
And it was good for him to wander on -  along his own path,  for by then they all had left him. The angels guarded him, the demons haunted.
A wheel spilt the replacement parts. The running world  was slowing down, the black holes magnetized it. The walking striving to the essence changed their vector. Instead, the buried souls were granted chance - to speak at last and more - to  gain their freedom.

AINA - ZH.M.H

"I Am the Fish"

A body all in exit wounds was lying silent on the floor of a silver palace, gloriously forgotten.
The soul was aching contemplating silence, conscious and jaded. A nonsense flow of coloured visions anesthetized the soul's body.  It seemed like nothing relevant was left and patience was wearing thin. Desires simmered down.  The ashes of thoughts have covered life on her way out of the body.
 What's left was nothing sharp, and the eternal anguish tortured the inflamed bullet wounds.
The eyes were open wide, they hurt to see, yet it was harder still for the abandoned heart to breathe in bitterness.
That very moment,
Life has forgotten how to fly and learned to swim.
The body was cold now, but it was then its soul began to talk of birds that live up in the sky, to talk of fish that flutter in the water, to talk of people who drink earth oil and keep their conscience caged, its head uncovered.
Meanwhile, somewhere in God forsaken corner of the globe, disregarding man's weakness, vice and sinfulness, a new arch was being built for all the people of the coming age!


AINA - JA RYBA

"Kaleidoscopes"

The Keeper of the Keys, who's made the vow of silence to The Sun, was musing over the kaleidoscope of dreams - those of the artists, monks and indigo kids. And music has slain him down by pure and immortal flame, rewarding him for daring feat, and blessed the people of the underground to walk along the sky.

AINA - KALEJDOSKOPY

"The Portal"

A mystical lethargic sleep came like an uninvited friend - all of a sudden, by midnight of the day when the full moon was casting timid light into large windows of the steel city.
False death has hunted down the beauty, wrapped in danger, her hands have rushed up to her throat, the pulse slowed down, death shrouding her in misty sleep as long as an ice-bound year...
And beauty vanished, turned into a shadow of withered flowers, having left behind a memory with medals on her chest.
The smokey poison cleared away -  the third day of amnesty it was for her, the soul who dashed to the abyss, when humility, a-marching triumphantly through the skies, bare-footed, caressed the morning earth, damp in the dew of the repentant tears.
This life was bought for cryptic price - serenity and languid peace behind the windows was broken into millions of atoms -  those of unbroken love and long-wished solace.

AINA - PORTAL

"MY LIGHT"

Despair was what started it, leaving no right to rescue the illusions.  The wind has died, the birds went silent, the lifelong tragedy has stopped and opened wide the door into a maze of fear with no end. The blindfold wandering was over, and sadness has unclenched her fists, in mourning for the newborn fountain of the streaming light, and then, all of a sudden, it was finished. Closed eyes have opened the new way.


AINA - MOJ SVET

“ZVEROBOJ” The Hunter

The one who lives under your skin - call out his name! It's surely easier to rip out your heart than to stay and say aloud this cursed name! It's easier to drop out if the game, and then your skin will stay smooth. It will smell of peppermint and wild   nettle. Each time you wish to touch this skin with passionate desire and get inside, remember everything has its price, so you will pay a hundredfold for the obsession of remembering the one who lives under this skin... his name...

But it surely is easier to rip out your heart than to stay alone with yourself. Alone with someone you don't know yet. And even when you are looking at your reflection in the mirror, do not believe the one who's staring close at you. You know, there is someone living under his skin - the one you do not know yet, the one whose name you haven't uttered yet. Are you strong enough to flay this skin so you could see and name the one who's living under?


*ЗВЕРОБОЙ*:
Тот, кто живет у тебя под кожей, назови его имя! Конечно же, легче вырвать сердце, чем остаться и произнести в слух это проклятое имя! Легче выйти из игры и кожа останется гладкой. Она будет пахнуть перечной мятой и дикой крапивой. Каждый раз, когда тебе захочется прикоснуться со страстным желанием к этой коже и проникнуть внутрь, помни, у всего есть своя цена и ты заплатишь с торицей за одержимость вспомнить того, кто живет под этой кожей... его имя...
Но, конечно же, легче вырвать сердце, чем остаться один на один с самим собой. Один на один с тем, с кем ты еще не знаком. И даже тогда, когда ты смотришь на себя в зеркало, не верь тому, кто смотрит на тебя в упор. Ты знаешь, у него под кожей живет тот, с кем ты не знаком, чьё имя так и не вымолвил. Хватит ли у тебя силы содрать эту кожу, чтобы увидеть и назвать имя того, кто живет под ней? ...


AINA - ZVEROBOJ (2016)

AINA - ZVERBOJ remix by EΛEVEN

AINA

Group members: Aina Vilberg, Nikita Budash.
Founded in 2015
Genre: electronica

AINA  is a combination of the name and voice of a powerful vocalist Aina Vilberg and live electronica of Nikita Budash.
This is a project in which two musicians with versatile and impressive background have a chance to put on new roles, creating a mesmerizing, calm and very personal  world, and a portal to it lies through Nikita's guitar mantras and spatial yet painfully strained Aina's vocal.
Texts in Russian about phrenetic places 'between heaven and Earth' and 'personal light' add to the slightly surreal mood,  woven by the music created with the use of analog synthesizers  and enriched by numerous back vocals by Aina and Nikita.  The sound is fresh and almost tangibly up-to-date; it feels that people who invented and produced this are surely aware of the latest tendencies in the world electronic and pop-music.  Sincere, intimate and mystical, carefully produced by a virtuoso of musical space and depth Konstantin Kostenko, this music is a discovery of a new name which is certainly worth remembering.

Nikita Budash (music):
The music is composed with the help of analog synthesizers with no use of VST; this is a truly live project.

Aina Vilberg (lyrics, vocal):
I've been looking for my musical self for a very long time and experimented with lots of genres and styles, finally finding myself in this project.

Konstantin Kostenko (mix/mastering).

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Состав: Айна Вильберг, Никита Будаш
Год основания: 2015
Жанр: elecrtonica

AINA - это голос и лицо/имя сильнейшей вокалистки Айны Вильберг и живая электроника Никиты Будаша .
В этом проекте музыканты с внушительным и разношерстным бэкграундом нашли новые для себя роли и вместе творят завораживающий спокойный и очень личный мир, портал в который проходит через гитарные мантры Никиты и пространственный, но с легким надрывом вокал Айны.

Никита Будаш (музыка):

Айна Вильберг (текст, вокал):

Константин Костенко (мастеринг)

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