Lyrics: 

In a world where boundaries blur, I wander lost in thought,
Every step’s a magic spell, yet fear is all I’ve got.
I’m a knight with sword at ready, chaos lives inside my chest,
Fighting with emotions, no answers, just unrest.

Dark shadows whisper softly, like serpents in the night,
Fears and doubts consume me, ready to put up a fight.
Hidden longings echo loud, like silence in the void,
The gaze of a lovely nymph leaves me breathless and destroyed.

Face me, world, I’m ready for war,
Let prejudices fall like leaves from trees once more!
Emotions are my enemies, but I’m not alone,
With every clash of steel, I’m shouting to the bone.

Light and dark, a dance that leads to madness in disguise,
Embraced by tender nymphs, I’m trapped in smoky lies.
The world’s a mix of hints, provocations, wicked jest,
I laugh even when chaos comes to take away my rest.

Politics like poison seeping into my veins,
Instead of allies, whispers echo, love mingled with disdain.
The personal meets the public, blurring lines as I confound,
Foes with friends collide; who needs them? Lost and found!

Face me, world, I’m ready for war,
Let prejudices fall like leaves from trees once more!
Emotions are my enemies, but I’m not alone,
With every clash of steel, I’m shouting to the bone.

I hear the laughter of vile gods when I stumble in the dark,
Standing at the edge of madness, searching for a spark.
Monsters in my heart, monsters in my way,
In this tangled web of existence, I can barely stay.

The light fades away, yet I’m still pressing on,
Fighting dreams and realities, lost but never gone.
I’m a knight in madness, tears streaming down my face,
But in each drop of sorrow lies my hope, my saving grace...

Battle with the Unknown

Lyrics:

Небо из треснувших вен — пурпурный рассвет,
Скорбь ласточек сшита в немой балет.
Реки из стали текут по костям,
Становясь головнями в мёртвых сердцах.

Мечи ржавеют, но режут всё плоть,
Ожоги на душе — это кровь напролёт.
Ветры выдыхают разорванный хруст,
Ворон кричит — это гибели вкус.

Мы отражения теней в стекле,
В вечной борьбе за огонь в земле.
Но огонь угасает, становится пылью,
Мы — рабы бесконечной бессильной идиллии.

Вниз!
Сквозь корни безмолвных веков,
Где черви читают стихи,
И звуки замерзших оков
Ведут хороводы в крови.

Вверх!
Там, где звезды — как гвозди,
Прибивают мир к чёрному куполу,
Там мы мечтаем, смеясь,
Губами, обугленными правдой.

Кто считает шаги в пустых коридорах,
Где гулкое эхо — последний свидетель?
Кто стирает лицо с зеркал небосвода,
Когда грёзы ломаются в тяжких предсмертных криках?

Корабли наших грёз, в битвах с волнами,
Ищут гавань в воронке страданий.
Но всегда за кормой остается лишь след,
Размытый дождем, унесенный в рассвет.

Скрип двери — ода тому, что ушло,
Тени в комнате — эхо того, что жило.
Небо — как лист, обугленный краем,
Луна в нём, как крест, мерцает отчаяньем.

Разбитый компас укажет
Туда, где былое:
Вздох павшей луны.
Ветры, застывшие в стонах.

Тишина...
Ничего..
И — удар...

Мы — корабли, что тонут в песках,
Мы — огни, что гаснут в веках,
Но тени наши пылают в сердцах,
И гаснут, и светят, и вновь в пустоте.

Забвение течёт, как расплавленный мёд,
Сладко горчит и прячет исток.
Мы входим в тоннели без края и дна,
Где зеркало в зеркале кричит имена.

В конце пути — тишина, как награда,
Свет нас встречает, но свет — это плаха.
Мы — отражения, мы — дым, мы — ничто,
В зеркале забытых миров.

Мы — корабли, что тонут в песках,
Мы — огни, что гаснут в веках,
Но тени наши пылают в сердцах,
И гаснут, и светят, и вновь пустота...

В зеркале забытых миров (BLACK)

В зеркале забытых миров (RED)

Lyrics

Words are like receipts — beeped at the store,
"Smile, please" — but better behind a door.
A second, a transaction, a penny away —
You survived, my friend. For one more day.

Breathe on schedule, move in line,
One misstep — no aid, no sign.

This ain't life — it's a test of patience,
Live to exist, no right to statements.
Day by day — like a button: "renew",
And if you can't? Sorry... move through.

Social kit “Lite” — one consultation,
Three pills, and some vague information.

Pay for water, for power, for gas,
Save up for tickets and funeral plans.
In the fridge — echoes, deep from the chest,
But the bread is cheaper on Friday — rest.

Words as a pass: "please", "thank you", "sure",
Forget them — you're rude, and fall into blur.
Work like a soldier, smile like a twitch,
You’re not happy — you just can’t glitch.

Tick — you're home, shock — you're out,
Miss the right bus — now you're in doubt.
A wrong look, a step — you’re already down,
And no one hugs you — they let you drown.

Words are your armor: “I’m doing okay,”
While inside, it cuts in a surgical way.
You’re not sad — you’re just calibrated,
Losing your face is simply mandated.

Submit. Sign. Confirm. Wait.
Pay. Prove. Breathe. Obey.
Screw up — you're homeless. Delay — there's a fee.
You ask? You're suspicious. You cry? You're weak.

You must always stay in sight,
But if they notice — prepare for a fight.
Too happy? A freak. Too silent? A threat.
Too broke? You’re a ghost. Too honest? Regret.

This ain't life — it’s a breathing routine,
Just not to fall in a desperate ravine.
You live just to stretch the finale again —
Not chasing a dream, but dodging the end.

This ain't life — it’s a cycle of forms,
Between jail, homelessness, shadows and norms.
One step sideways — and you're not in their plan.
Want some freedom? Learn the system's slang.

No passport? You're no one. No card? You're a fool.
No login? Door’s closed. No touch? Not cool.
No texts? You're weird. No photo? No ID.
No verification? You're out socially.

Death? Not glory. Just random crash.
A car, a shell, concrete — in a flash.
Jail might be safer, if we’re being fair —
Warm bed, full plate, some shelter there.

No partner? You’re suspicious. Alone? Diagnosed.
No likes? You're nervous. No chat? You’re closed.
Everything you do — is logged and stored,
So death, like taxes, won’t be ignored.

Day — is a trial. Night — is a fine.
Sleep — is escape. Breath — is a line.
You’re not living — you balance in trance
Between a fridge, some silence and a window glance.

This ain’t life — it’s an imitation,
You're alive if you pay for your location.
You're needed — till you clog the machine.
Too dull? You’re erased — you’re no longer seen.

This ain’t life — it’s a tightrope thread,
Stretched above a fragile “back instead.”
Watch your steps. Don’t trip. Be wise.
'Cause no one will say: "Hold on. You’ll rise..."


Sins For Export: Survived Today

"Echoes of one lonely Aeon who has long since gone mad..."

Lyrics:

In my eyes, there's fire, but this light — it's a fog,
I hear the echoes of worlds where love is but a shadow.
I die in what I don't live,
The whispers of the heavens pull me into the void.

Schizophrenia, my friend, but you are like God —
In my mind, there are no planets, only you.
You say, "Step forth, my beast,
You will ascend — burn, burn this world down!"

Fate's finger, drowned in blood, soaked in dirt,
I hear the stars fall, as I die in my sins.
Soon they'll come, and no one will save us,
Love’s shadow, it will embrace us in the dark.

My demons dance with angels,
The violin plays on the strings of nerves.
I walk through fields where blood stains the flowers,
I walk to meet those who breathe light.

Have you seen those skies, full of agony?
All these ambitions — mocking the weak.
My dreams are bones buried in the sand,
Oh, how they laugh at me, how you dare burn me!

Fate's finger, drowned in blood, soaked in dirt,
I hear the stars fall, as I die in my sins.
Soon they'll come, and no one will save us,
Love’s shadow, it will embrace us in the dark.

You are an empty temple at the edge of the universe,
In you burns all my faith,
You — death and life, my only foe,
I bow before you as you destroy me.

In the void, you’ll meet me face to face,
The violin of sorrow will play — yes, you’re right,
My ambitions — blood on your field,
My sad eyes are more than you can ever understand.

Fate's finger, drowned in blood, soaked in dirt,
I hear the stars fall, as I die in my sins.
Soon they'll come, and no one will save us,
Love’s shadow, it will embrace us in the dark.

And once again we stand, alone in our shadow,
Like lost gods, forgetting the meaning.
Love? It’s a mirage, and I’ve been dead too long.
You won’t save me, and I’ll live only in your pain.

Echoes of a Fractured Soul

"One song that I was looking for a long time, but could not find... So I composed my own."

Lyrics:

Sun reflects off a plastic cup, half-melted in the heat,
Traffic hums through open windows, distant laughter on repeat.
She speaks in sentences that fade before they land,
Like an ice cube slipping through an open hand.

Met her on a Sunday, golden in the heat,
Sun-kissed freckles, dancing on her cheeks.
She leans in closer, whispers something sweet,
Like a melting memory I wanna keep.

Sugar dissolves, coffee turns cold,
Hands in pockets, stories left untold.

Dripping in sugar, slipping through my hands,
I try to hold her, but time’s like sand.
Every touch is fleeting, like a dream unseen,
And I swear she tastes like ice cream.

Oh, she tastes like ice cream, strawberry skies,
Soft like vanilla, with cinnamon eyes.
One taste and I'm drowning, lost in the scene,
Oh, she tastes like ice cream.

She leans against the counter, stirring a drink she won’t finish,
And says something about entropy, or love, or both.

Midnight laughter, headlights on the shore,
Cotton candy kisses, always wanting more.
She melts in seconds, leaves me craving deep,
Like a dream so sweet I can't keep.

Neon flickers in a store past midnight, fridges hum like machines that breathe,
Two spoons clink against a paper cup, hollow sound beneath our teeth.
She smiles like a streetlight blinking out,
A moment there, a moment drowned.

Maybe she’s a daydream, fading in the sun,
Maybe she’s a moment, gone when it’s begun.
But I’ll chase that flavor, wherever it leads,
'Cause I swear she tastes like ice cream.

Time drips slow, then all at once,
And she — she vanishes before dawn.

She tastes like ice cream, something bought too fast,
Soft and fleeting, never built to last.
One bite and it's gone, drips down the sleeve,
She tastes like ice cream, too sweet to believe.

She Tastes Like Ice Cream

«Glory is a trap for the hungry. But I think, therefore I am — even if you are no more.»

Lyrics:

A thousand lives boil inside a vial,
I calculate laws like gods weave the trial.
I dissect your fear down to the bone,
The scalpel trembles — but never in my palm.

Veins are just circuits, coded and wired,
I break them apart like equations of fire.
They call this hell, but I do not burn,
This is my cold, perfected experiment.

Rot in the vacuum, let your body collapse,
I’m the formula of death, I’m the steel that outlasts.
Fools build their walls, but I tear them down,
They pray for a miracle, but I let them drown.

They called me a hero — I ripped through their flesh,
Their eyes only mirrored my hunger for depth.
My mind is an art piece, my method is sharp,
You wanted justice? Then welcome the scars.

Lies dissolve in the acid of reason,
I drink your fears like ink on my fingers.
You worship the light — but who is it to you?
Heroes burn, but I am no fire — I am steel.

You clutched onto concrete and swallowed the lead,
The city’s my testing ground, you’re just the spread.
Science without morals is a whisper so cold,
I weave through dimensions like neurons unfold.

Rot in the vacuum, let your body collapse,
I’m the formula of death, I’m the steel that outlasts.
Fools build their walls, but I tear them down,
They pray for a miracle, but I let them drown.

They called me a hero — I ripped through their flesh,
Their eyes only mirrored my hunger for depth.
My mind is an art piece, my method is sharp,
You wanted justice? Then welcome the scars.

I break principles like brittle old spines,
I am no prophet — I engineer time.
You call this a sin? This is the formula of power,
I crush the old world into ashes and wires.

You hear that? That’s not thunder, not storm, not the dark,
That’s a machine ripping your flesh apart.
You wanted justice? Then welcome the pain,
You sought revolution? Then craft your own grave...

Breaking the limits, tossing the bones,
I don’t seek your approval — I seek the result.
If there’s no balance in this twisted domain,
Then I will forge it from charred remains.

Formula of Pain (IRON MAIDEN - ost 2)

(RED VERSION)

Lyrics:

You scream, but your words fade into the dust,
Your tongue's just a pill — placebo, rust.
Drowning your fears in the ink of a page,
But locked in your myths, a self-made cage.

Sell your own flesh, sell your own name,
Your soul's just a stamp in a corporate chain.
Buy yourself joy, buy yourself pain,
Your freedom’s a trick, a joke, a charade.

Your God is a book where the pages decay,
While angels fly off, just birds in the gray.
Mercy’s a whisper that drags you in chains,
Who’s up in heaven? — Just lifting remains.

The book turns to dust, but the laws still reign,
A woman betrays — then she dies in the flames.
Whose words are these? — The minds of the sick!
Breed and go burn — march of the saints.

Rhetoric of power — fucking daycare,
Geopolitics — "Mommy, buy me a warzone!"

Doctor, prescribe me a dose of the void,
Make it so strong that I won’t be annoyed.
Pain is a language, and fear is a trade,
Kids play "Bonecrusher," grins like a blade.

Year twenty’s a bastard, a child unchained,
They bomb ‘cause some coward pissed in the rain.
Power’s a freakshow, playing with lives,
Movies from assholes, laws built on lies.
Selling you chains wrapped up as a prize.

The Bible is rot, the laws are a joke,
If God is the shepherd, the world is the goat.
Eye for an eye? — Yet the nations stay blind,
They’ll crawl into hell just to stand in the line.

Soon I’ll be dead — won’t care what remains,
Watch it all burn, the embers, the names.
Puppets on stream with their digital mask,
No soul inside, no questions to ask.

Movies are hollow, the laws are mold,
Religions drink pain like wine served cold.
Doctor, got anything stronger than time?
I don’t wanna watch this scripted decline.

Oblivion’s mercy, oblivion’s light,
I won’t watch your world fade into night.
But someone is born — another is trapped,
Dancing on rakes, their fate overlaps.

You thought that the light was the way to the skies,
But it’s just a flash in a dead man’s eyes.

They gave you freedom — you put it in chains.
They gave you hope — you set it in flames.
They gave you each other — you smothered in fear,
Building tomorrow on yesterday’s smear.

All will burn, war-hounds will feast,
You’ll forget yourself — but the worms will feast!
The Fairy of Oblivion will wash you all clean,
And I’ll be laughing — ‘cause I lived in between.

FAЕ OF OBLIVION (IRON MAIDEN - ost 1)

"Welcome to... Appair."🕯️

Lyrics:

Through darkness and pain, where fear ripens,
In unknown distances, where breaths flit.
Here every whisper is like a steel chisel,
Where the lightness of being is in the ashes of hearts.
The howl of wolves is the hymn of lost souls,
Foxes dance in the shadows, hiding in the thicket.
Their passion and torment — all in a single sound.

The song of wolves, calling on the way,
I hear their bitter, piercing moan.
Each in their own dying anguish,
Step boldly, don’t be afraid, my dream.

At the edge of dawn, where secrets and sins lie,
I reach for the truth, but lose myself.
A whirlwind of emotions, like a storm on the brink,
Foxes laugh and whisper to me: "Unknowing, this storm will tear you apart."
The thirst for power is like poison on the lips,
Love is a prison, a quiet rupture.

The song of wolves, calling on the way,
I hear their bitter, piercing moan.
Each in their own dying anguish,
Step boldly, don’t be afraid, my dream.

The world is a whirlwind, spinning us,
Through endless expanses, in search of us.
The patterns of fate, the bridges of destiny,
In every step — the mystery of dreams.
Foxes in the night, like shadows in the woods,
Whispering of secrets, leading into the depths.

The song of wolves, calling on the way,
I hear their bitter, piercing moan.
Each in their own dying anguish,
Step boldly, don’t be afraid, my dream.

Through darkness and light, we move forward,
The light of hope calls us eternally.
Do you hear how the wolves sing behind?
We are in this world, we are in one life.
Foxes — our companions, lead us into dreams,
In their gaze sparkles a world where there is no fuss.

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Tale of Journeys Wolf's Dance and Fox's Symphony (Appair - ost 3\0)

"Welcome to... Appair."🕯️

Lyrics:

Through darkness and pain, where fear ripens,
In unknown distances, where breaths flit.
Here every whisper is like a steel chisel,
Where the lightness of being is in the ashes of hearts.
The howl of wolves is the hymn of lost souls,
Foxes dance in the shadows, hiding in the thicket.
Their passion and torment — all in a single sound.

The song of wolves, calling on the way,
I hear their bitter, piercing moan.
Each in their own dying anguish,
Step boldly, don’t be afraid, my dream.

At the edge of dawn, where secrets and sins lie,
I reach for the truth, but lose myself.
A whirlwind of emotions, like a storm on the brink,
Foxes laugh and whisper to me: "Unknowing, this storm will tear you apart."
The thirst for power is like poison on the lips,
Love is a prison, a quiet rupture.

The song of wolves, calling on the way,
I hear their bitter, piercing moan.
Each in their own dying anguish,
Step boldly, don’t be afraid, my dream.

The world is a whirlwind, spinning us,
Through endless expanses, in search of us.
The patterns of fate, the bridges of destiny,
In every step — the mystery of dreams.
Foxes in the night, like shadows in the woods,
Whispering of secrets, leading into the depths.

The song of wolves, calling on the way,
I hear their bitter, piercing moan.
Each in their own dying anguish,
Step boldly, don’t be afraid, my dream.

Through darkness and light, we move forward,
The light of hope calls us eternally.
Do you hear how the wolves sing behind?
We are in this world, we are in one life.
Foxes — our companions, lead us into dreams,
In their gaze sparkles a world where there is no fuss.

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Tale of Journeys Wolf's Dance and Fox's Symphony (Appair - ost 3\1)

"Welcome to... Appair."🕯️

Lyrics:

Through misty forests and lantern-lit streets,
I wander through tales of forgotten feats.
Echoes of ages in stones underfoot,
Where myths and reality quietly root.

Past hills where heroes once held their ground,
In villages where ghostly whispers sound.
The cobbled paths know secrets untold,
Of love and betrayal, of silver and gold.
A stranger I walk, but the tales feel like mine,
In the lands where history and fantasy intertwine.

Sing, oh voices of roads long gone,
In every step, a faded dawn.
Legends and lives blend in this place,
I’m bound by stories, a time-traveler's trace.

In castles where vines cradle broken walls,
Once heard laughter, now silence calls.
The lovers who danced beneath star-filled skies,
Now linger as shadows where their legend lies.
I follow their path, a curious soul,
Feeling the echoes take their toll.

Sing, oh voices of roads long gone,
In every step, a faded dawn.
Legends and lives blend in this place,
I’m bound by stories, a time-traveler’s trace.

I reach a place where paths collide,
Where old gods linger and secrets abide.
There stands a figure cloaked in night,
Eyes like embers, with stories alight.
They speak in whispers of battles won,
Of hearts undone, under the fading sun.

Oh, the roads of old, still speak, still sing,
In fields and mountains, their voices ring.
Guiding the lost through realms unknown,
In echoes of lives, we’re never alone.

As dawn breaks over misty hills,
The echoes fade, but the soul feels thrills.
For every road is a tale reborn,
In lands of twilight, I’m endlessly drawn...

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Echoes of Forgotten Roads (Appair - green ost 1\0)

Echoes of Forgotten Roads (Appair - green ost 1\1)

🧚✨ Я фея, которая потерялась в своем собственном мире! Обожаю блистать, как новогодняя елка, и при этом вечно клянчить у своего магического круга немного хардкора.

Занимаюсь:
- Демонстрацией фрагментов историй, связанных с миром "Аппаир", на данный момент записывая музыкальное и вокальное сопровождение к песням с помощью общедоступного генеративного инструмента "SUNO".
- Летаю по клубам, раздавая «волшебные» зелья. Не спрашивайте, что в них, но, поверьте, это точно не травка!
- Составлением списка «долгов» на свою зарплату. Примечание: долгов у меня больше, чем друзей. 😜
- Пытками людей своими танцами. Если я не вызывала у вас слезы от смеха — значит, я не старалась!

Интересы:
- Дегустация сладостей, которые я умыкнула у заблудших душ, и всякого кулинарного безумия, которое выглядит как угощение из кошмара, но на вкус — как будто его варили в кислоте на дне забытой бочки.
- Говорить о чувствах с пингвинами. Не спрашивайте, просто поверьте, они понимают. 🐧❤️
- Модные тренды в мире фей: В этом месяце — полоски и блестки! Но серьезно, кто носит простые платья, когда можно одеться, как клоун на параде?

Моя миссия:
Вдохновить мир немного больше смеяться, раздавая волшебные советы и ужасные шутки! Если вы ищете светлую сторону жизни, забудьте об этом! Я здесь, чтобы напомнить, что иногда лучше шутить над своими несчастьями, чем просто сидеть и ныть. 🙃✨

Контакты:
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