CRAZY COMPASS collaboration 2015-2018: Russia, Japan, Austria, Croatia, Hungary, Finland, USA

Poems of @crazycompass & @augenmerk and music from @esuyamagishi, @somebody-bo, @samybr, @discratebye, @softwalls, @janne-nummela, @agitationphi, @jasny-svetly, @the-black-diamond-train, @lyudi-na-ldu, @societys-realization. Thanks to my friends!

poetry and music

Track from our joint CD released recently on @Meticulous-Midgets: https://meticulousmidgets.bandcamp.com/album/tele-vision
More about: http://stopcran.ru/blog/2021-10-07-226

CRAZY COMPASS: United States - Russia (october 2017)
https://crazycompass.bandcamp.com/track/drowned-by-milk

music: Michael VanderMallie / @The-Black-Diamond-Train
text/vocals: Nata Boundariver / @CrazyCompass

ЗИМА

Мокрая бабочка летала по дому.
Шевелила руками усталые мысли.
Глаза опустелые о зеркала спотыкались
и брызгали острыми скользкими искрами.
Мокрое дерево стучало в окно,
бабочку дохлую выманивая из меня.
Прирастая к стеклу отражения,
двигалось длинное белое облако.

Молоко заливает поля.
Всё. Всё тонет в молоке.

Наступила зима.

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WINTER (pidgin-version)

A wet butterfly flew around the house and wiggled by hands tired thoughts.
The emptied eyes stumbled of the mirrors and splashed with sharp, slippery sparks.

A wet tree knocked in the window, luring out of me the dead butterfly.
A long white cloud moved, growing to a glass reflection.

Milk floods the fields.
Everything. Everything is drowning in milk.

Winter came.

CD & book

ЗИМА / drowned by milk (with The Black Diamond Train)

Deep ambient from https://soundcloud.com/discratebye "Venundatus Nexu" >>> https://soundcloud.com/sweetrepeat/szosznat

CRAZY COMPASS collaboration: Szabadbattyán, Hungary - Moscow, Russia (september 2015)
https://crazycompass.bandcamp.com/track/lullaby-march-with-discratebye

sound: Gyula Bódis https://soundcloud.com/discratebye
text & vocal: Nata Boundariver https://soundcloud.com/crazycompass

Original text in Russian: 

ВАЛЬС

под робкие звуки довоенного вальса в такт телам колышутся свечи на столах опьяненных народов танцующих праздник до кончиков пяток пронизанных воздухом будущего

пыль городов усыпляемых звуками вальса в огнях догорающих клеточек окон оседая на спящих на дно и навечно хранит их застывшие отпечатки

не коснувшийся улиц тусклый свет фонарей растворяет стеклянные перегородки между между и между и тихо течет мимо улиц своих берегов не касаясь

убаюканный звуками вальса ведущего счет не ночам и не дням отдающий приказы жидкий воздух столетий колышет тени крошечных тел пламя ярких свечей за стеклом безвозвратных событий

English version:

WALTZ

To the timid sounds of prewar waltz 
Candles are flickering to the beat of bodies 
On the tables of besotted peoples 
Which dance the festival to the tips of heels 
Which are permeated with the air of the future 

In lights of burning window cells 
Dust of cities which lulled by waltz sounds 
Settles on sleepers on the bottom 
And forever keeps their frozen prints 

Without touching the streets 
Dim lantern light dissolves the glass partitions 
Between, between and between… 
And quietly flows through the streets 
Without touching own shores 

Liquid air of centuries is lulled by waltz sounds 
Keeping count of neither nights nor days 
Giving orders 
Stirs the shadows of tiny bodies 
Sways the bright candle lights 
Beyond the glass of irretrievable events 

translation & photo: Alexander Bozhday https://soundcloud.com/somebody-bo

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ВАЛЬС / lullaby march (with DiscRateBye)

No time for games - only Game. 

My new collaboration with @softwalls

CRAZY COMPASS: Moscow, Russia (December 2015)
https://crazycompass.bandcamp.com/track/inside-with-softwalls

cit > http://jasny-svetly.ru/ld/post/post4/4_15.jpg
pic > http://jasny-svetly.ru/photo/24-0-450

inside (with Softwalls)

Collab with @softwalls / CRAZY COMPASS: Moscow - St. Petersburg, Russia (February 2016)
https://crazycompass.bandcamp.com/track/understanding-with-softwalls

ПОНИМАНИЕ

Переплетение плоскостей, 
где мы ещё можем друг друга понимать, 
заканчивается вспышкой света, после которой 
всё кажется таким мимолётным и таким прекрасным,
что понимание уже не имеет смысла.

(http://jasny-svetly.ru/faq/1-1#17)

UNDERSTANDING (pidgin-version)

Interlacement of all planes, 
where we can still understand each other,
ends with the flash of light, after which
everything seems so fleeting and so beautiful,
what understanding no longer makes sense.

music: @Softwalls
text & voice: Nata Boundariver

Понимание / understanding (with Softwalls)

CRAZY COMPASS: Penza, Russia - Schwarzenberg, Austria - Moscow, Russia (February 2016)
https://crazycompass.bandcamp.com/track/deep-walk-with-augenmerk-somebody-bo

music: Alexander Bozhday @somebody-bo
german texts: Karin Tarabochia @augenmerk
russian texts: Nata Boundariver @crazycompass

DEEP WALK (pidgin-version)

I walking carefully, knowing that each of meeting can be my friend.
And so, on one of turns I see - the street is completely empty.
From these thoughts - the cars are stopping.
From these thoughts - the windows are opening.
And people look at me.

And so strongly remind of something their songs.
And so familiar seems their voices.
But nearness is lost forever.

It's just the air movement.

*

Full of doubts I go by night through the garden,
because fear uses (wastes) courage and feeds worries.
For the fifth time I run to the beach to look the wild sea,
fascinatedly watching the water mountains, which are scudding.
Hard to let go the doubts, because my heart is deaf.
However, only the bright window counts.

*

The memory - there on the bottom of the lake.
The deep black lake.
On watersides of the forgotten
grows the new days
and bright new smiles.
And in the eyes of people
there are nothing,
what would reminded me

that i losed.

*

The night has made off, 
A few feathers still in the field 
in the morning sun.
Night plumage, dark-black, bluish black,
and heavy cloths, velvet and taffeta – 
now they lie somewhere else.
I am seeking the step from yesterday,
that lead me here,  but don't go him any more.
I see the scarp in the stone,
in the rock  I understand the night,
why and how she changed me 
and I hand over her dress to the morning.
New territory in which my breath writes.

*

Believing that something has changed
in these new faces,
looking as the old,
I'm going through one street,
second,
third,
stop in order not to get lost,
and the past does not matter,
because I don't see it:
my eyes are filled with the light of a new day.
Houses shiftes imperceptibly,
Trees moves with spurts of my steps.
I wonder again. Carefully.

In order to pass through myself.

*

Stranded and come upon land,
Cat's tail which came from far away.
I roll my words across rocks to the silver valley
and rise newborn from the spirals of dark night,
encased in morning light and morning mood.
Golden eyes release me
to light and shade, to the sparkling shine.
Thousand voices call me into the day.

Photo: Alexander Bozhday (more: http://bozhday.livejournal.com)

deep walk (with Augenmerk & Somebody Bo)

CRAZY COMPASS: Tokyo, Japan - Moscow, Russia - Schwarzenberg, Austria  (May 2016) https://crazycompass.bandcamp.com/track/world-trip-with-augenmerk-yamagishi

music: S.Yamagishi @esuyamagishi
russian text: Nata Boundariver @crazycompass
german text: Karin Tarabochia @augenmerk

Augenmerk & S.Yamagishi jnt-project @slingingwain

V

КОСМОНАВТИК (Nata Boundariver)

Узенькие лестницы, ведущие вверх, 
не бывают тесными. 
Они бывают одинокими, пустыми и бесконечными. 
Когда какой-нибудь космонавт 
поднимается по ним в полной тишине, 
ему кажется, что мир — это дыхание, 
что мир очень твёрдый, 
и всё это никогда не закончится.

/ему кажется
что мир — это дыхание
что мир очень твердый
и все это никогда не закончится/

Но наступает мгновение, 
когда весь пройденный путь 
скручивается в клубок — его не остановишь. 
И маленький космонавтик 
повисает в воздухе, как в невесомости, 
и забывает даже те тревоги, 
какие ему и не снились.

THE LITTLE ASTRONAUT 
(pidgin-version)

The narrow stairs leading up
is never happen crowded.
They happen to be lonely, empty and endless.
When some astronaut 
is climbing these stairs in a complete silence,
it seems to him that the world is a breath,
that the world is solid 
and all of this will never come to end.

/it seems to him
that the world is a breath,
that the world is solid 
and all of this will never come to end/

But once there comes a moment, 
when the whole road traveled 
curls up into a ball - it can't be stopped.
And the little astronaut 
hangs in a space, like in weightlessness, 
and he forgets all trouble
even those, which he never dreamed.

V

DIE ROSE DORT HINTER WOLKEN (Karin Tarabochia)

Die Rose dort hinter Wolken im Wind…
Wir gehen und gehen, als erfüllten wir Bestimmung,  
überspringen den Graben, der uns vom Ziel trennt.
Wir betreten Räume und verlassen sie 
und finden im nächsten Raum das gleiche vor. 
Die Rose dort hinter Wolken im Wind …
Der Weltspiegel gaukelt, schwätzt, füllt uns mit Bildern, 
schaut uns beim Nicht-Erkennen zu.
Hineinschwingen in den Punkt, in dem sich alles dreht.  

Wir sitzen am Zug,  der Leben heißt. 
Keine  Notbremse, kein Ausstieg, 
wenn uns nicht passt, was wir sehen, 
Der Film, der grad läuft, ist das Hauptprogramm 
und wir sind Held und Heldin.
Uns gehört die Welt, solang bis der Traum zerfällt 
und wir uns am Strand wiederfinden,
von wilder Reise an Land gespült. 
Als züngelten Flammen greift das Wasser nach uns, 
leckt uns salzig ab. Die Sonne brennt. 
Ist’s Genuss? Ist’s Kampf? 
Und immer geht das Spiel weiter.   

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(english-version)

The rose there behind clouds in the wind …
We go and go, as if we fulfill destiny,  
jump over the ditch thhat separates us from the aim.
We enter rooms and leave them 
and find in the next room the same. 
The rose there behind clouds in the wind …
The world mirror flutters, talks, fills us with pictures, 
watches us while non-recognising.
Swing into the point in which everything rotates.  

We sit in the train which is called life. 
No emergency brake, no  exit, 
if to us does not fit what we see.
The film, that is running, is the main program
and we are hero and heroine.
The world belongs to us, until the dream decays 
and we find ourselves on the beach,
from wild trip washed ashore 
As if flames were flickering, the water reaches for us, 
licking us salty. The sun burns. 
Is it pleasure? Is it fight? 
And always the play goes on.

world trip (with Augenmerk & Yamagishi)

This track was recorded in stages over several months. Poem was written in last century. Let the past go.

CRAZY COMPASS: Moscow, Russia (july 2016)
https://crazycompass.bandcamp.com/track/yesterday-with-softwalls

music: @softwalls
photo, translation and swifts: @somebody-bo
text, vocal: @crazycompass

YESTERDAY*

Yesterday, while talking with my fellow villagers, I realized how lonely I was. 
Yesterday, while standing in a field, I realized how lonely I was. 
Yesterday, while trampling the snow, I became lonely. 
Yesterday, after coming out of the house, I stayed lonely. 

But no one can see it. 

I don't love anyone. 

Yesterday, while seeing my acquaintance, I realized how lonely she was.
But she didn't realize it. 
Yesterday, while watching the noisy company, I realized how lonely they were.
And how quiet around. 
Yesterday, while turning on the TV, I saw the lonely people on the other end of the globe.
Yesterday I realized that all of them do not exist. 
So they are lonely.

But I won't tell anyone about it.

I don't love anyone. 

They are lonely, because they don't exist. 
They don't exist, because I don't love them. 
I don't love them, because they don't exist. 
They don't exist, because they are lonely. 

Yesterday I saw a child in my dream. 
He smiled. 
He seemed so real. 
And I was happy, looking at him. 

Yesterday I realized that no one’s going to stop me. 
Because there is no one. 
And if someone potters near 
I take this tolerantly: 
maybe it's the noise of leaves 
or something like that. 

Something almost imperceptible. 

Yesterday, while talking with my fellow villagers, I realized that they are almost imperceptible. 
Yesterday, while standing in a field, I realized that it is almost imperceptible. 
Yesterday, while trampling the snow, I realized that I’m almost imperceptible. 
Yesterday, after coming out of the house, I became imperceptible. 

But no one can see it. 

Yesterday I realized that I do not exist.
Because no one loves me. 

I’m lonely. 
No one loves me. 
I'm imperceptible. 
I don't exist. 

And I began to live.

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*original: http://jasny-svetly.ru/faq/2-0-30

ВЧЕРА / yesterday (with Softwalls)

CRAZY COMPASS: Tokyo, Japan - Moscow, Russia (december 2016)
https://crazycompass.bandcamp.com/track/sense-with-yamagishi

music: Shuji Yamagishi @esuyamagishi
text/vocal: Nata Boundariver @crazycompass

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SENSE (pidgin-version)

i'm losing sense

in room full of people
at the seaside
among of many statements
between tall trees

i'm losing sense

i'm searching sense

in room full of people
at the seaside
among of many statements
between tall trees

i'm searching sense

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original text in russian: http://jasny-svetly.ru/faq/1-0-2

photo: Alexander Bozhday @somebody-bo (more: http://bozhday.livejournal.com)

СМЫСЛ / sense (with Yamagishi)

CRAZY COMPASS: Tokyo, Japan - Moscow, Russia (december 2016)
https://crazycompass.bandcamp.com/track/laugh-with-yamagishi

music: Shuji Yamagishi @esuyamagishi
text/vocal: Nata Boundariver @crazycompass

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LAUGH (pidgin-version)

They laugh as if they know something. Yes?
They laugh as if they know something. Yes.
They know something?
They know something.

I will not ask how much time will need to arrange with them.

All life.

And there. There -
in last time
you'll hear this laugh.

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original text in russian: jasny-svetly.ru/faq/1-0-11
original soundtrack: https://soundcloud.com/esuyamagishi/extd

СМЕХ / laugh (with Yamagishi)

This track is "glasperlenspiel" for song of Pedro Acevedo (https://soundcloud.com/eco-rem/polarcapitan-ciego-crazy-compass-midipunk-eco-rem), in which record i took part a year ago. Then i remembered my poem, that went into the new track with Samy Ben Rabah @samybr! Cheers!!

CRAZY COMPASS: Near Pazin, Croatia - Moscow, Russia (february 2017)
https://crazycompass.bandcamp.com/track/lighthouses-with-samy-ben-rabah

Step 1: Ясный-Svetly @jasny-svetly - base drums (august 2015)
Step 2: Samy Ben Rabah @samybr - all music (january 2017)
Step 3: Nata @crazycompass - poem and voices (february 2017)
Step 4: Black Sea (Batumi / Georgia / july 2016)

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LIGHTHOUSES
(pidgin-version)

The [Lighthouses] have pointed the way for me.
The eyes of [Sailors] were shined.
They were the stars of the Big Dipper.

My ship was breathing with the sea
to its very foundations - to the bottom - to the ground.
Sea breathed. And its breath
carried me away further and further.

I didn't meet more ships.
I forgot what it is.

Only eyes of [Sailors] dreamed to me.
And they called me behind themselves.
And I sailed smoothly through the waves.
And the waves beat against the board.

.

[Lighthouses] & [Sailors] - in russian these words sound almost identically [Маяки] & [Моряки]
https://soundcloud.com/samybr/mayaki-lighthouses-with-crazy-compass

МАЯКИ / lighthouses (with Samy Ben Rabah)

The music file for this track was recorded in may 2016 by Alexander Bozhday (@somebody-bo).
Later we with Karin added the lyrics, and then - the space vocal. 

CRAZY COMPASS: Penza, Russia - Schwarzenberg, Austria - Moscow, Russia (march 2017) https://crazycompass.bandcamp.com/track/open-with-augenmerk-somebody-bo

all music: Alexander Bozhday @somebody-bo
poem in german: Karin Tarabochia @augenmerk
russian poem & vocals: Nata Boundariver @crazycompass

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OKHO (Nata Boundariver)

Пока мои глаза закрыты, люди ходят по моей комнате в темноте.
Пока мои глаза закрыты, они живут, наступая на старые половицы,
двигая стулья, перелистывая страницы открытых книг. 
Пока мои глаза закрыты, они шепчутся между собой. 
И одна маленькая девочка-эхо поет звенящую песенку где-то там вдалеке.

Горы окутаны облаками, и дымятся трубы домов селения. 
Там живут люди, которых больше нет. 
Но пока мои глаза закрыты, я слышу, как кто-то приходит, 
как кто-то стучится в мое окно.

И я открываю окно, чтобы все это было.

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OFFENE TÜREN, OFFENE FENSTER (Karin Tarabochia) 

Offene Türen, offene Fenster,
Licht, ein leiser Wind. 
Der Atem schmilzt.

Margeriten und mein Kinderlächeln, 
Sommer war, die Steine heiß.
Ich schnitt Puppenhaar am Morgen, 
du liefst durchs Gras.

Schau die Klage, sieh den Tanz!
Steinig ist der Weg, 
Tränenfass, das übergeht.

Was längst verweht, ist da.

Ein Lichttag weht ins Haus. 
Ein Versprechen. 
Eine Brise Tanz.

Hochzeitsmarsch. 
Die Tafel füllt sich im verlassenen Raum. 
Die das Tanzbein schwingen, feiern am Parkett.

Mich trifft dein Blick. 
Zu später Stunde tanzen wir.
Wie groß das Glück!

Dein Schritt ist nass, 
dein Kuss so kühl.

Geliebter, der auf Wellen trieb, 
dich nahm das Wasser mit. 
Mich rief die Windbraut, 
stieß mich vom Berg.

Am Seelengrund drehen Tänzer.
Geisterhaft dreht sich ein Paar.

.

Photo: N. Boundariver (more from TWO COLOURS OF THE PAST http://jasny-svetly.ru/load/10-1-0-34)

open (with Augenmerk & Somebody Bo)

Wild music and paranoid poetry. The track about our cosmic duties. Fasten seat belts!

CRAZY COMPASS: Wolfsberg, Austria - Moscow, Russia (april 2017)
https://crazycompass.bandcamp.com/track/work-with-agitation

1 step: poem - Nata Boundariver (2000)
2 step: music - Sanja / Agitation Φ @agitationphi (november 2016)
3 step: vocal - Nata / @crazycompass (january 2017)

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ДЕЛО 
(pidgin-russian) sorry, it cannot be translated

Здравствуй дело, которое появляется в моем поле зрения. 
Сделаю тебя. 
Источник этого дела меня не интересует. 
Конечный результат меня не интересует. 
Сделаю тебя.

С годами я становлюсь старше. 
А дела меня всё ещё окружают. 
Они пришли ко мне. 
Я их сделаю.

Здравствуй, дело, которое я делаю. 
С годами ты не покидаешь меня. 
Делаешь меня.

Люблю тебя за то, что ты меня делаешь. 
Покоряюсь тебе. 
Люблю тебя, радуюсь тебе, делаю тебя, покоряюсь тебе.

Сделаешь меня.

Здравствуй, дело, которое делает меня, 
а я делаю его. 
Что поделаешь? 
Все сделано так, чтобы мы делали друг друга.

Улыбаюсь от радости и обречённости. 
потому что люблю 
дело, которое я делаю.

Знаю, дело, которое я делаю 
успокоит меня навсегда.

Когда-нибудь. В конце концов. 
Оно успокоит меня навсегда.

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Original soundtrack: https://soundcloud.com/agitationphi/a-pox-on-you

Thanks to my mom and dad, who don't know what i'm doing here)

ДЕЛО / work (with Agitation Φ)

Third Eye...

CRAZY COMPASS: Moscow, Russia (april 2017)
https://crazycompass.bandcamp.com/track/parallelism-with-svetly

music: Ясный-Svetly @jasny-svetly
text, vocal: Nata Boundariver @crazycompass

photo: Helix Nebula

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PARALLELISM (pidgin-version)

! think untiringly about parallelism of the ways
thousands voices
attract me untiringly
no reflecting the names
fall like a sand

! think untiringly about perpendicularity of the roads
let heart to enter to crossroads
and go on the track
inescapable
low-key
to drink the ice pupils
of ringing and sliding planets
hundreds thousands billions
square kilometers
light years

! think untiringly about parallelism of the worlds

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ПАРАЛЛЕЛЬНОСТЬ (original russian)

Думаю неустанно о параллельности путей 
манят меня неустанно 
тысячи голосов 
не отражая названий 
падают как песок

Думаю неустанно о перпендикулярности дорог
сердцем войти в перекрестки 
и выйти на след 
неотвратимый 
неброский 
пить ледяные зрачки 
звонких скользящих планет 
сотни тысячи миллиарды 
квадратных 
километров 
световых 
лет

Думаю неустанно о параллельности миров

ПАРАЛЛЕЛЬНОСТЬ / parallelism (with Ясный-Svetly)

This poem was written a long time ago. I'm very glad for opportunity to put it on this music. The original track of Janne Nummela - "Muuan rönsy": https://meticulousmidgets.bandcamp.com/track/muuan-r-nsy
Please, listen to the whole his album KIMESPAI: http://stopcran.ru/news/2017-07-01-182

CRAZY COMPASS: Hausjärvi, Finland - Moscow, Russia (september 2017)
https://crazycompass.bandcamp.com/track/myth-with-janne-nummela

music: Janne Nummela @janne-nummela
text/voice: Nata Boundariver @crazycompass

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СКАЗКА / MYTH (pidgin-version)

Every day, waking up in the morning, i see that i am a human.

And i know:

that games with a Myth are noiseless,
that games with a Myth are fearless,
that games with a Myth are successful,
but games with a Myth* are deadly.

And i know, 
that this is punishable,
and even among mine 
no one will understand me,
if i tell,
how joyfully it was to walk
by deep streets of love
and how it threw me out from inside

/not try to stop/

And i'm trying to live
with new skills, 
trying to talk
with a wordless language, 
i try to wake up
in the morning
as a human.

And it lets me. This Myth.

In the morning i wake up and find out with surprise, that i live again.

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*In Russian СКАЗКА means something between: fairy tale ~ miracle ~ Myth

original text: http://jasny-svetly.ru/faq/3-0-51
more photos: http://jasny-svetly.ru/load/10-1-0-38

СКАЗКА / Myth (with Janne Nummela)

This is one of my favorite poem. I'm very glad to find the music for it.
The original track of https://soundcloud.com/the-black-diamond-train/below-freezing
Full album by The Black Diamond Train - Waiting at the Door: http://stopcran.ru/news/2017-10-04-186

CRAZY COMPASS: Eureka, California, United States - Moscow, Russia (october 2017) https://crazycompass.bandcamp.com/track/silence

music: Michael VanderMallie @the-black-diamond-train
text/vocals: Nata Boundariver @crazycompass

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ТИШИНА

Хочется тишины?  
Поработай на тишину. 
Возьми тишину. 

Где прячется тишина? 
Все прячется в тишине. 

Вокруг ужасающая тишина. 
Пронзительность тонет в тишине
и поглощается тишиной.

Никто не слышит никого
в этой оглушительной тишине.

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SILENCE (pidgin-version)

Do you want silence?
Work for silence.
Take the silence.

Where is the silence hiding?
Everything hides in silence.

There is a terrible silence all around.
The penetrating drowns in silence
and is absorbed by silence.

Nobody hears anyone
in this deafening silence.

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more photos: jasny-svetly.ru/load/10-1-0-38

ТИШИНА / silence (with The Black Diamond Train)

CRAZY COMPASS: Eureka, California, United States - Moscow, Russia (january 2018) https://crazycompass.bandcamp.com/track/tele-vision

music: Michael VanderMallie @the-black-diamond-train
text/vocals: Nata Boundariver @crazycompass

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ТЕЛЕ ВИДЕНИЕ

Я потеряла звук. 
И вижу теперь только немые деревья. 
Вижу проплывающие облака. 
Каменные дома и каменные улицы, застывшие навсегда. 
Вижу пустые поля, глядящие в небо.

И одного человека, пересекающего пейзаж. 

Я потеряла изображение. 
И слышу теперь только звуки из подворотни, 
шум проезжающих мимо машин, 
беседу каких-то людей, обсуждающих жизнь, 
тихий радиоголос в соседней комнате.

И шаги одного человека, пересекающего пейзаж.

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TELE VISION (pidgin-version)

I lost the sound.
And now see only mute trees.
See floating clouds.
Stone houses and stone streets, frozen forever.
See empty fields looking up at the sky.

And one person, crossing the landscape.

I lost the image.
And now  hear only sounds from the gateway,
the noise of cars passing by,
conversation of some people discussing life,
a quiet radio voice in the next room.

And the steps of the one person, crossing the landscape.

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more photos: http://jasny-svetly.ru/load/10-1-0-38

ТЕЛЕ ВИДЕНИЕ / tele vision (with The Black Diamond Train)

CRAZY COMPASS: Eureka, California, United States - Moscow, Russia (april 2018)
https://crazycompass.bandcamp.com/track/consciousness

music: Michael VanderMallie @the-black-diamond-train
words/vocal: Nata Boundariver @crazycompass

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СОЗНАНИЕ

Затаённое сознание 
пересчитывало разницы 
опрокидывало знания 
разбивало на куски 
все прекрасные создания 
человеческого здания 
развороченного разума 
шевелились лоскутки 
и летели капли мысли 
позабыли пляску брызги 
и лежали человечки 
ночью спали на кроватях 
и блестело небо страшное 
фантастическими звёздами 
и шепнул мне кто-то на ухо: 
«Говорить об этом хватит».

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CONSCIOUSNESS (pidgin-version)

deep-seated consciousness
re-counted the differences
overturned knowledges
smashed to pieces
all beautiful creatures
of a human building
shreds of mind
moved on wind
and the drops of thought flew
forgot the dance of splashes
and the little people lay down
to slep at night on the beds
and the terrible sky was shining
of fantastic stars
and someone whispered in my ear:
"it's enough to talk about this"

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photo by Alexander Bozhday @Somebody-Bo

СОЗНАНИЕ / consciousness (with The Black Diamond Train)

Inside film about antenna. Welcome!

CRAZY COMPASS: Eureka, California, United States - Moscow, Russia (june 2018) https://crazycompass.bandcamp.com/track/wind

music: Michael VanderMallie @the-black-diamond-train
text/vocals: Nata Boundariver @crazycompass

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ВЕТЕР 

Я стояла у подножия холма. 
И заметила, что ветер смотрит на меня. 
Когда я поднималась вверх, мне было все равно, 
только бы остановиться на вершине. 
Я шла, не видя ничего вокруг, 
чтоб больше не звенеть. 

Я встала на вершине, как игла. 
И вдруг увидела окрестные поля, дороги и долины, 
равнины, родники и спины 
людей, идущих вдаль. 
Людей, идущих от меня 
в глубокие бескрайние поля. 

И ветер раздувал мою одежду. 
И нежно заплетался в волосах. 

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WIND (pidgin-version)

I stood at the foot of the hill. 
And noticed that the wind was looking at me. 
While I was going up, I did not care, 
only to stop at the top. 
I moved, not seeing anything around, 
so as not to make noise anymore. 

I stood up on the top like a needle. 
And suddenly saw the surrounding fields, roads and valleys, 
plains, rivers and backs 
of people going far 
from me 
into deep endless fields. 

And wind was blowing my clothes. 
And gently swayed my hair.

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full pic: https://vk.com/wall-104536768_528
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VXKTxZLQ6T4

ВЕТЕР / wind (with The Black Diamond Train)

New track for meditate with Moscow composer and artist - Ivan Kirichenko.

CRAZY COMPASS: Moscow, Russia (july 2018)
https://crazycompass.bandcamp.com/track/body-doll-with-ivan-kirichenko

music:  Ivan Kirichenko @lyudi-na-ldu
text/vocals: Nata Boundariver @crazycompass

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КУКЛА ТЕЛА

Каждое движение – точная изысканная последовательность импульсов. 
Дергаю за ниточки, ведя на поводу куклу своего тела. 

Думаете, это она говорит? 
Думает, это она говорит.

Ловлю ее на мысли... 
зашкаливает датчик... 
ищу руками рубильник...

идя на поводу у куклы своего тела.

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BODY-DOLL (pidgin-version)

Each movement is an exact refined sequence of impulses.
I pull the strings, leading with rein the doll of my body.

Do you think that she talks?
She thinks that she talks.

I catch her at the thought...
the sensor go beyond...
i'm groping a breaker...

going on the rein of the doll of my body.

КУКЛА ТЕЛА / body-doll (with Ivan Kirichenko)

Words/Voice by Crazy Compass @crazycompass
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Наши встречи в дрожащем коридоре, 
мелькание и непостоянство 
дверей, уходящих одна в другую, 
расширяют пространство. 

Наше движение в манящем коридоре 
успокаивает кипение огней и скольжение прожекторов. 

Наше стремление к цели останавливает течение стен, 
застывающих на лету. 

Брызги хранят неподвижность 
далёкую и неуловимую. 

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Our meetings in a trembling corridor, 
flickering and inconstancy 
of doors, that go one to the other, 
expand space. 

Our movement in the inviting corridor 
calms the boiling of lights and the gliding of searchlights. 

Our aspiration to the goal stops the flow of walls, 
congealing on the fly. 

Sprays hold stillness 
distant and elusive.

ka (with Crazy Compass)

Hi, friends! My name is Nata. I live in Moscow / Russia & want to make the PLANET BAND!

https://soundcloud.com/crazycompass/sets/poetry
https://soundcloud.com/crazycompass/sets/universal-songs 

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Song-project https://soundcloud.com/jasny-svetly 
World-live https://soundcloud.com/crazycompass-live 
Moscow-live @StateLibrary
Home-live @assembly-of-honey
Solo @GlassBeadGame