This song draws from the intense and passionate poetry of Marina Tsvetaeva "Быть Нежной, Бешенной и Шумной" (To Be Tender, Wild, and Noisy). The poem reflects the poet's inner conflict, her desire to embrace the extremes of emotion—tenderness, wildness, and noise. It captures the essence of Tsvetaeva's life and work, characterized by a relentless pursuit of emotional truth and expression.

Lyrics artistic translation:
To be tender, wild, and thundering,
— So thirsty for life!
— Enchanting and wondering,
— A charm brought to life!

More gentle than all who exist and existed,
— Know no blame...
— Oh, the rage that in death we're all twisted,
— All the same!

Become what no soul finds endearing,
— Oh, turn to ice!
— Not knowing what has been appearing,
— Nor future's price,

Forget how the heart split asunder
And grew whole again,
Forget my own voice and its thunder,
And hair's bright stain.

A bracelet of turquoise so ancient
— On stem so spare,
— On this slender wrist, this patient
— Hand I bear...

As if sketching clouds in their flowing
From far away,
How my hand, pearl-handled and glowing,
Would grip and sway,

How my feet would leap without stopping
O'er garden wall,
Forget how my shadow went hopping
Through evenfall.

Forget how the azure was burning,
How days were mild...
— All my mischief, all storms returning,
— All verses wild!

My miracle, now fully blooming,
Will scatter mirth.
I, forever rosy, am looming
The palest on Earth.

And they shall not open - thus fated
— Oh, pity me! —
— Not for sunset, gaze elevated,
— Nor fields to see 

My eyelids forever descending.
— Not for flowers' sake! 
My earth, forgive me without ending,
For all time's wake.

And still shall melt the moons' soft glowing
And snow depart,
When races past this youthful flowing,
This charming age.

Марина Цветаева: Быть Нежной, Бешенной и Шумной

This lyrical ballad captures the melancholic essence of Fyodor Tyutchev's verse, where sorrow and memory intertwine in a delicate dance of emotions.

The poem reflects the quiet devastation of a woman mourning lost love, sitting on the floor amidst the remnants of her past. Tyutchev’s words paint a picture of profound grief, where every object around her holds memories of happiness now tinged with sadness. The song brings this imagery to life through a soulful arrangement, featuring the rich, expressive tones of a male lyrical tenor, whose voice carries the weight of unspoken sorrow and deep reflection.

Тютчев: Она сидела на полу

Immerse yourself in the electrifying sound of Electric Pulse, an EDM track infused with orchestral elements and powerful female vocals. The combination of synthesizers, piano chords, and deep bass creates an unforgettable soundscape where energy and emotion collide. ⚡️🎧

Electric Pulse

A powerful, dark, and intense scene surrounded by swirling embers and flames. The backdrop evokes a stormy night, with broken chains and moonlight cutting through the shadows. The atmosphere reflects the raw emotion and resilience of a metal ballad, blending fire and darkness in a visual symphony of strength and triumph.

Embers Of Solitude

This neoclassical and melancholic track, inspired by the poetry of Marina Tsvetaeva, evokes the delicate fragility of dreams and love. With its orchestral backdrop and cinematic depth, the composition mirrors the ethereal beauty of a snowflake melting in one's hand or a butterfly dissolving into the twilight. The themes of transient beauty and the heartache of unattainable dreams make this song a powerful emotional journey, steeped in classical elegance and dramatic intensity. Perfect for listeners who appreciate both the poetic and orchestral.

Lyrics Translation:
When a snowflake, which flies lightly, 
Like a fallen star gliding, 
You take with your hand — it melts into a tear, 
And you cannot restore its airiness.

When, captivated by the transparency of a jellyfish, 
We touch it with the whim of our hands, 
It, like a prisoner bound in chains, 
Suddenly pales and perishes.

When we wish to see in wandering butterflies 
Not a dream, but earthly reality — 
Where is their attire? From them on our fingers
 Remains only dawn-colored dust!

Leave the flight to snowflakes and butterflies, 
And do not harm the jellyfish on the sands! 
You cannot grasp your dream with your hands, 
You cannot hold your dream in your hands!

You cannot say to what was a fleeting sorrow, 
“Be passion! Burn with madness, blaze!” 
Your love was such a mistake — 
But without love, we perish. Magician!

Марина Цветаева: Ошибка (Mistake)

'Melody of Mood' offers a tranquil listening experience, blending the gentle tones of piano with subtle, modern synth sounds. This moderate-tempo track creates a soothing and reflective soundscape, perfect for unwinding, relaxing, or simply enjoying a moment of calm.

Melody Of Mood

"Я встретил вас" (I Met You) is a lyrical rock ballad inspired by Fyodor Tyutchev's timeless poem. This track features warm melodies, heartfelt vocals, and a serene instrumental arrangement that captures the essence of rekindled emotions and golden memories. 


Lyrics translation:

I met you — and all that was past, Revived in a heart that had ceased to live; I recalled the golden time — And warmth returned to my heart…
Like late autumn days sometimes, There are moments, there are hours, When a breeze suddenly hints at spring And something stirs within us —
So, fully swept by the breath Of those years of soulful abundance, With long-forgotten rapture, I gaze at those beloved features…
As after centuries of separation, I look at you, as if in a dream — And suddenly, the sounds grow clearer, That have never ceased within me…
Here, it’s not mere memory, Here, life has spoken anew — And in you, the same enchantment, And in my soul, the same love!

Тютчев: Я встретил вас

Inspired by the classic christmas song and the infinite possibilities of modern soundscapes.

We Wish You A Merry Christmas

Featuring the delicate harmony of bells and the warmth of marimbas, this track captures the serene joy of the holiday season. 

Christmas waltz

This song captures the essence of the holiday season with lyrics celebrating love, joy, and the magic of December. 

Sleigh Bells in December

We Wish You A Merry Christmas (Instrumental)

Пророк (The Prophet)' is a dramatic symphonic metal track inspired by Alexander Pushkin's timeless poem. Blending elements of gothic and orchestral music, this epic composition tells the story of a divine transformation through a blend of intense melodies, soaring harmonies, and dark atmospheres. 

Lyrics translation:
The Prophet
Tormented by spiritual thirst, I wandered in a gloomy desert— And a six-winged seraph Appeared to me at a crossroads.
With fingers light as a dream, He touched my pupils. My prophetic eyes opened wide, Like those of a frightened eagle.
He touched my ears— And filled them with noise and sound: I heard the heavens quake, The flight of angels above, The underwater movement of sea creatures, And the growth of the vine below.
He pressed against my lips— And tore out my sinful tongue, Idle and deceitful. And with his bloody hand He placed the sting of a wise serpent Into my silent mouth.
With a sword, he cleaved my chest, Took out my trembling heart, And placed a burning coal of fire Into the opened cavity of my chest.
Like a corpse, I lay in the desert, And the voice of God called out to me: “Arise, prophet, and see and listen, Be filled with My will, And, roaming the seas and lands, Burn the hearts of men with your words!”

Пушкин: Пророк

A gothic rock exploring immortal existence through the eyes of a vampire lord. Blending dark elements with haunting gothic rock arrangements and thundering drum & bass sections. 

Dracula's Meditation

A haunting fusion of classical and modern dark elements, 'Dark Mystery Forest' weaves together gothic rock sensibilities with neo-classical arrangements. The composition tells a cautionary tale of forbidden paths and ancient woodland spirits

Dark Mystery Forest

A haunting fusion of classical and modern dark elements.

Dark Mystery Forest melody

A symphonic metal reimagining of Bach's Well-Tempered Clavier Prelude in C Major (Book 1), fusing classical baroque patterns with modern metal arrangements. 

Bach's Iron Valkyrie Prelude

"Crystalline Night" is a melodic journey through shadowed realms, where soaring electric guitar leads the way through darkness and light.

Crystalline Night

"In the Forest Raised a Little Tree" (V lesu rodilas yolochka) is a beloved Soviet New Year song that has enchanted generations since its first publication in 1903. This tale follows a small fir tree growing in a winter forest, eventually becoming a cherished New Year celebration centerpiece.

В лесу родилась елочка

Molitva (Tsvetaeva)" is a musical interpretation of Marina Tsvetaeva's renowned poem. The song immerses in a world of emotional depth, passion, and existential longing. The melody intertwines with poetic verses, creating an atmosphere of eternal dialogue with higher powers and oneself.

Translation:

Christ and God! I thirst for wonder
Right now, at morning's very start!
Oh, let me die while life still blunders
Before it's just a chaptered art

You're wise, You won't speak words so hollow:
"Endure, the time is not yet done."
You've given me too much to follow!
I crave at once — all roads in one!

I want it all: with a gypsy spirit
To sing while running towards the fight
To suffer for all beneath the pulpit
And like an Amazon charge through night!

To read the stars in tower shadows
To lead the children through the shade…
To make a legend of tomorrows
To make each day a wild cascade!

I love the cross, the silk, the armor
My soul's a trace of fleeting light…
You gave me childhood — joy and wonder
And grant me death at seventeen's height!

You gave me childhood — joy and wonder
And grant me death at seventeen's height!

Марина Цветаева: Молитва

"Before All Faces" explores the ancient Zen koan about identity before existence. Inspired by the question "What did your face look like before your parents were born?", this song delves into the timeless nature of consciousness and being. The lyrics weave through concepts of identity, time, and the unchanging essence that exists beyond our temporal existence.

Lyrics:

Here's a song based on the koan "What did your face look like before your parents were born?" (about true nature and identity beyond time):


Before the stars aligned to make you
Before your name was ever known
Before your parents' eyes first met here
What face did you call your own?

Who were you before your time?
Before stories drew their lines
Looking back beyond the dawn
Where every mirror's drawn
To find the face that's never gone

Behind the masks of all your ages
Beyond the roles you've learned to play
Beneath the skin of all your changes
What stays when all else fades away?

No beginning and no end
No stranger and no friend
Just echoes in the wind
Of who we've always been

The face that's older than the mountains
Yet newer than the morning dew
The one that's hiding in the shadows
Of everything you thought was you

Who were you before your time?
Before stories drew their lines
Looking back beyond the dawn
Where every mirror's drawn
To find the face we've always worn

Before the first breath was taken
Before the first word was spoken
That face... still unbroken

Inspired by zen koan: "What did your face look like before your parents were born?"

Before All Faces

 "Beethoven's Pastoral Koan: Symphony of Unwitnessed Sound" explores the ancient Zen koan about a falling tree in an empty forest through the lens of Beethoven's Pastoral Symphony. This piece merges classical inspiration with philosophical inquiry, questioning the nature of perception, reality, and consciousness.
Inspired by Beethoven's Symphony No. 6 and traditional Zen philosophy, this composition contemplates existence beyond observation, weaving together classical motifs with contemporary philosophical questions.
LYRICS:
Empty forest holds its breath 
Sound and silence dance with death 
Who defines what's real or true 
When no mind is there to view?

Waves of air meet no one's ear 
Does existence disappear? 
Who observes the falling tree 
When there's no one there to see?

Does reality require 
Human minds to light its fire? 
Is there sound without a soul 
Is there part without the whole?

Physics moves through time and space 
Vibrations leave no trace 
In between perception's walls 
Truth both rises and it falls

Is the world as we perceive 
Or beyond what we believe? 
When no witness stands around 
Is there silence, is there sound?

Does reality require 
Human minds to light its fire? 
Is there sound without a soul 
Is there part without the whole?

Inspired by: 
- Beethoven's Symphony No. 6. "Pastoral", 2nd movement "Sheperd's song" and
- Zen Philosophy. Koan: "If a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound?"

Beethoven's Pastoral Koan: Symphony of Unwitnessed Sound

"The Moon We Share" reimagines the ancient Zen tale of a master who, upon finding a thief in his home, offered him the only light he couldn't take - the moon. This folk ballad transforms the profound koan into a meditation on possession, peace, and the shared nature of true wealth.
Through gentle verses that mirror the calm wisdom of the Zen master, the song explores how the most valuable things in life cannot be possessed or stolen, but only shared. The metaphor of moonlight serves as a reminder of the universal gifts available to all, regardless of material wealth.
The story unfolds through the perspective of one who has found peace in emptiness, offering both wisdom to the seeker and comfort to the restless heart. Each verse illuminates the paradox of finding abundance in letting go, as timeless as the moon itself.

Lyrics: 
Empty house and open door 
Nothing here worth searching for 
Take what little that you see
 The moon shines equally on me

You can't steal the moon tonight 
It belongs to no one's sight 
Every window shows the same 
Light that no one else can claim

Silver beams through paper walls 
Nothing gained and nothing lost at all 
What you seek might simply be 
Already there for you to see

In the mirror of the night 
Every soul receives its light 
Rich or poor, we share the view 
Of what was always shining through

You can't steal the moon tonight 
It belongs to no one's sight 
Every window shows the same 
Peace that no one else can claim

Empty house and open heart 
Nothing here to tear apart 
Take what little that you find 
The moon still glows within your mind

Inspired by zen koan: The Moon Cannot Be Stolen

This koan is based on a story about the Japanese Zen master Ryōkan Taigu (1758-1831). The tale goes that one evening, Ryōkan returned to his simple hut and caught a thief who was trying to steal from him. However, Ryōkan had so few possessions that the thief couldn't find anything worth taking. Instead of being angry, Ryōkan felt compassion for the thief and gave him his clothes, saying "You may need these more than I do." The thief was confused and fled. Later, Ryōkan sat watching the moon and wrote a haiku:
"The thief left it behind— the moon at my window."

The Moon We Share

What's True in Peace? explores the famous Zen koan about one's true nature between coming and going. This atmospheric rock piece weaves together contemplative lyrics with ethereal soundscapes, questioning the nature of existence in stillness.
The song delves into the space between movements, exploring the eternal moment where true nature resides. Through metaphors of stars, water, and wind, it paints a picture of existence beyond duality, where being and non-being merge into one.

Lyrics: 
Stars hold their silence 
Through forgotten time 
Beyond my stillness 
Heart finds its rhyme

What's true in peace here? 
Neither to or fro 
Through blind moments near 
In your void I flow

Wisdom slips away 
Like water streams 
In spaceless pathways 
Echo of dreams

What's true in peace here? 
Neither to or fro 
Through blind moments near 
In your void I flow

Each breath eternal 
No sound, no light 
Just being present 
Wind in the night

What's true in peace here? 
Neither to or fro 
Through blind moments near
 In your void I flow

Here I'll remain still 
Time slips away 
Shadows dance until 
All fades to grey

Inspired by zen koan: What is your true nature when you're neither coming nor going?

What is your true nature

"Electric Mahamantra" is a contemporary electronic interpretation of the sacred Hare Krishna mahamantra. This composition respectfully bridges ancient spiritual tradition with modern electronic dance music, creating a unique space where devotion meets contemporary expression. The composition develops through different themes and movements, offering a fresh perspective on this timeless prayer.

The traditional Maha Mantra: 
Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare

Electric Mahamantra

"Sound of One Hand" explores one of Zen Buddhism's most famous koans: "What is the sound of one hand clapping?" This riddle was created by Hakuin Ekaku (1686-1768), a revered Japanese Zen master who used it as a gateway to enlightenment for his students. The koan challenges our logical mind by presenting an impossible question - the sound that cannot exist - forcing us beyond conventional thinking into direct experience.
The composition transforms this ancient philosophical puzzle into a musical journey, exploring the space between existence and non-existence, sound and silence, question and answer.

LYRICS: 
Between silence and sound
Questions with no ground
Reach into empty air
A single hand hangs there
What echoes can it make
When nothing's there to break?

One hand reaching through the void
Every answer is destroyed
Sound that silence can't describe
Truth that wisdom can't prescribe

Beyond the pairs of things
Where single hand still swings
No meeting and no clash
No thunder and no flash
Yet something's moving here
In space between the clear

Listen to the space
Where nothing has a place
Between the sound and none
Where all and void are one

One hand reaching through the void
Every answer is destroyed
Sound that silence can't describe
Truth that wisdom can't prescribe

In stillness find the sound
Where questions lose their ground
One hand holds everything
When nothing's happening

Inspired by zen koan:  "What is the sound of one hand clapping?"

Sound of One Hand

"No Attachment to Dust" draws inspiration from an ancient Zen koan by Chinese master Zengetsu of the T'ang dynasty. This piece explores the delicate balance between living in the world while remaining unbound by its material concerns. 

The song weaves together themes of modesty, wisdom, and self-discipline, reflecting on how we can move through life like rare gems - valuable yet seldom displayed. Each verse explores different aspects of Zen philosophy: from finding one's way without disturbing the dust of the world, to treating solitude with the same grace as honored company.

The composition blends traditional Eastern philosophical concepts with contemporary sound design, creating a meditative journey through ancient wisdom. The recurring chorus serves as a mantra, reminding us that true wisdom, like precious gems, reveals itself quietly.

This track aims to bridge the gap between ancient teachings and modern musical expression. The arrangement mirrors the koan's message: complex ideas expressed through simple, unattached observations of life.

Inspired by Zengetsu's teachings:
"Living in the world yet not forming attachments to the dust of the world is the way of a true Zen student."

Lyrics

Living in this world of endless dust
Walking through shadows but breaking no crust
Like a flower blooming through concrete and stone
Finding my way without making it known

No attachment to dust
Like gems rarely shown
Let wisdom be known

In a dark room I sit with grace
Like a noble guest occupies this space
Poverty's treasure fills my empty hands
More precious than gold or fertile lands

No attachment to dust
Like gems rarely shown
Let wisdom be known

Every day fortune smiles on me
Time flows like water, but I'm never behind
Neither glory nor shame can bind
What centuries might come to see

Virtues don't fall like summer rain
Self-discipline's fruit through joy and pain
Let neighbors find what's already there
Like rare gems displayed with care

No attachment to dust
Like gems rarely shown
Let wisdom be known

Pass each day in peaceful thought
Leave the results to universal law
The dust may settle, the dust may fall
But attachment touches me not at all


No Attachment to Dust

"Heart Burns Like Fire" draws its essence from the profound teachings of Soyen Shaku, the first Zen teacher to bring Eastern wisdom to American shores. His paradoxical statement, "My heart burns like fire but my eyes are as cold as dead ashes," forms the philosophical cornerstone of this piece.

The lyrics explore Shaku's rigorous daily rules for spiritual discipline, transforming them into a tapestry of metaphysical imagery. Each verse delves into different aspects of his practice: from the sacred morning rituals with incense, to the disciplined approach to food and rest, to the profound practice of treating each sleep as the last and each awakening as a rebirth.

This composition interweaves themes of duality - the burning heart versus the ash-cold eyes, the hero's courage versus the child's heart, the temporal versus the eternal. Through sophisticated imagery and metaphor, it captures the essence of Shaku's teaching that true spiritual practice requires both passionate dedication and detached observation.

The work stands as a testament to Shaku's philosophy that every moment demands full presence, whether in solitude or company, in action or contemplation. His teachings remind us that the path to enlightenment requires both the burning passion of dedicated practice and the cool detachment of wisdom.


Lyrics

Quintessence of dawn dissolves in sacred smoke
While discipline's chalice remains yet unbroke
Chrysanthemum hours unfold their designed path
Time's metronome swings 'tween mercy and wrath

Immolation of the heart's quiet pyre
While ocular tombs harbor ashen desire
These sepulchral eyes of mine

Sovereign solitude mirrors social grace
As phantoms and flesh share identical space
Each morsel consumed with precise measurement
Till satiety bows to enlightenment

Immolation of the heart's quiet pyre
While ocular tombs harbor ashen desire
These sepulchral eyes of mine

Penultimate slumber beckons nightly
Shedding temporal coils so sprightly
Chrysalis of consciousness breaks
When liminal morning wakes
While yesterday's cerements
Become tomorrow's adherents

Opportunities' gossamer threads unfold
Like auguries wrapped in manifolds
Deliberation's dual-edged blade
Splits moment's fruit in wisdom's glade

Immolation of the heart's quiet pyre
While ocular tombs harbor ashen desire
These sepulchral eyes of mine

In dichotomy's dance we find
The hero's heart with child's mind combined
As vestiges of former stride
Transform to phoenixes inside
And every chamber burns eternal
In this conflagration internal

Heart burns like fire


DESCRIPTION:
"Wisdom's Flower" is a rock ballad interpretation of the sacred Buddhist mantra Om Mani Padme Hum ("The Jewel in the Lotus"). This composition weaves the transformative power of the ancient Sanskrit mantra with contemporary rock elements, exploring themes of spiritual awakening and compassion.

The mantra Om Mani Padme Hum is believed to contain the essence of Buddha's teachings, representing the path from suffering to enlightenment through compassion. This modern interpretation maintains reverence for its sacred meaning while presenting it in a new musical context.

LYRICS:

Like a lotus through the mud
Rising pure above the flood
Every breath transforms the way
Darkness turns to light of day

Jewel in the lotus heart
Where all wisdom starts
Om Mani Padme Hum
Om Mani Padme Hum
Om Mani Padme Hum

In the space between the breaths
Where all suffering finds rest
Every tear becomes a pearl
As we heal our inner world

From ignorance to light
From anger into peace
From greed to letting go
From pride to harmony
Six realms transform within
As mantras flow and spin

Jewel in the lotus heart
Where all wisdom starts
Om Mani Padme Hum
Om Mani Padme Hum
Om Mani Padme Hum

Like a lotus through the mud a
Rising pure above the flood
Om Mani Padme Hum
Om Mani Padme Hum

Wisdom's flower (Om Mani Padme Hum)

“Infinite Circle" is an instrumental electronic-rock fusion that explores the paradox of emptiness through sound.

Infinite Circle

"Burning Bright" is a high-energy EDM track that combines pulsing melodic techno with uplifting house vibes. Racing at high tempo.

Burning Bright

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I am personally inclined into listening to piano music, classical and contemporary. 
But I love a lot electronic music in all its varieties: EDM, Fonk, Downtempo, Future Bass, etc. 
I also like rock and jazz music genres.

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