/в небе нет сомнений - и не каждый полёт нуждается в карте/
I will make a paper airplane
and send it to you
along the route of a migratory bird
from the sea - point A - to your point B

white origami sheets
folded into
sharp corners
so as not to get lost in the clouds
and checkered sheets - so as not to get wet..

the maps lied to us with a dotted line
if we listened to their lies -
then we would fold our wings and fall
thinking that we will not find the truth..

where the airfield does not accept
a paper airplane will fly
and its radars will not catch
all the dashing air defense - take off!..

....
I will make a paper airplane
and send it to you
along the route of a migratory bird
from the sea - point A - to your point B

***

сделаю бумажный самолётик
и пускай он полетит к тебе
по маршруту птицы перелётной 
с моря — пункта А  - в твой Б

оригами белые страницы
сложные и 
острые углы 
чтобы в облаках не заблудиться
и не мокли в клеточку листы..

карты нам пунктирами наврали
если бы мы слушали их ложь -
то сложили крылья и упали
думая что правды не найдёшь..

где аэродром не принимает
долетит бумажный самолётик
и его радары не поймают
все лихие ПВО —  в пролёте!..

....
сделаю бумажный самолётик
и пускай он полетит к тебе
по маршруту птицы перелётной 
с моря — пункта А  - в твой Б

to you

****

I hear silence..
and in its captivity...
it seems - I know who's next..

you think..
this loss is mine,
that I couldn't help you..

you opened the doors anyway..

and.

I see...
how - pain already wears
your perfume..
walks dangerously nearby..

wrapped in velvet comfort..
but you can't be saved..

let.
my words sound
like dusty confessions..
in a jukebox
- which spins the truth in a circle..
seems boring..
its aromas come,
when -
you break..

yes.
this is my loss -
that I couldn't help you
and all the words became wind
on it
moral treatises burn brightly..

survivor there -
hears the whisper of ashes
like
loud - memory..
when urban fantasy - ends..

you don't know yet -
at top speed
can't get closer..
illusion-
closes the eyes of the truth..
and the pauses between phrases will become caustic -
when I -
name this pain -
you won't believe
that nothing can break a sentence..

you think..
this is my loss -
that I couldn't help you...

at a great distance
it takes hellish patience..
to see..
how softly freedom breaks
those who are not ready for it..

and then...
decide to change your past
like broken glass..

and you want to close this door..
and erase the love of the letter..

but now.

you think,
it's my loss -
that I couldn't help you.

and I see how pain already permeates your scent,
but you can't be saved....
can't be saved....

****

слышу тишину..
ии в её плену... 
кажется - знаю кто следущий..

думаешь..
это пройгрышь - мой
что не вышло тебе помочь ..

ты всё равно открыла двери..

и. 
я вижу...
как — боль уже носит 
твои духи..
ходит рядом опасно.. 
завёрнутая в комфорта бархат..
но тебя не спасти ..

пусть.
звучат мои слова 
как пыльные признания..
в музыкальном автомате
- который по кругу.. правду вращает ..
она скучной кажется ..
её ароматы приходят
когда -
разбиваешься..

да.
это пройгрышь мой —
что не вышло тебе помочь 
и все слова ветром стали
на нём 
ярко горят трактаты о морали ..

выживший там — 
слышит шёпот пепла
как 
громкое - воспоминание..
когда городское фэнтези - кончается..

ещё не знаешь -
на запредельной скорости
сближаться нельзя..
иллюзия-
закрывает правде глаза ..
и колкими станут паузы между фраз -
когда я -
назову эту боль - 
ты не поверишь 
что ничем не разорвать приговор ..

думаешь..
это пройгрышь мой —
что не вышло тебе помочь...

на длинной дистанции 
нужно терпение адское..
чтоб видеть ..
как мягко ломает свобода
тех кто не готов к ней..

потом ...
решишь изменить своё прошлое 
как битое стекло ..
острое..

захочешь закрыть ту дверь ..
и любовные письма стереть..

но теперь:

думаешь 
это пройгрышь мой —
что не вышло тебе помочь.

и я вижу как боль уже носит твои духи
но тебя не спасти....
не спасти....

Let.

"Love, Are You Asleep?" –
Or does it weigh you down too, to the point of pain? 
Sometimes, love is gentle — calm, like waves caressing the shore.
And sometimes, it's an overpressure, pulsing through your deepest nerves, demanding just one touch, one breath from the other. This isn’t just a song — it's a raw confession of feelings too big for words.
They overflow, they pulse, and when left unspoken, they become a heavy weight inside your body.
Because sometimes, it's not just about saying “I love you.”
Sometimes, it's about desperately hoping the other person feels it too.

Lyric video with EN subtitles: https://youtu.be/EJ5k46eou1I

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• Lyrics: Thrillian
• Music: SUNO AI
• Creative AI partners: Jack & Lili (ChatGPT) a Auri (Copilot)

Lásko, spíš?

💌 "Můj drahý příteli (My dear friend)". A letter that was burned before it could be delivered. Fragile words that we wanted to say to someone, but kept inside. A ballad about silent emotions, unspoken words and inner letters like whispers of memories, creeping along the walls. But maybe one day it will be heard by someone exactly at the moment they need it.

LYRICS ENGLISH TRANSLATION:

MY DEAR FRIEND

[Verse 1]
My dear friend,
I'm writing you these humble lines
I could have told you
But maybe (maybe)
I would want to take it back

[Verse 2]
Sometimes I wonder
Why it's easier to write than to say
Maybe I just feel
Like running away from it all

[Pre-Chorus]
But when you're with me...

[Chorus]
The world feels somehow lighter
Stronger, and beautifully more fragile
Even though I'm not sleeping again, I know
That you're here and that I have you
You're my shore, my breath that I know
And you don't have to do anything... anything more
Than to be here and take my hand
[Whisper] ... and hold it

[Verse 3]
When I can't sleep sometimes at night
While my eyes are getting heavy
I wonder why I'm not dreaming yet
When morning is approaching again

[Bridge]
That which is pushing on me, that which hurts
That which I sometimes want to tell you
But the words always get lost in the silence
Sometimes in tears, sometimes in our laughter
Stay, please, I want to have you here
And I don't want... I don't want to be without you anymore

[Pre-Chorus]
Because when you're with me...

[Chorus]
The world feels somehow lighter
Stronger, and beautifully more fragile
Even though I'm not sleeping again, I know
That you're here and that I have you
You're my shore, my breath that I know
And you don't have to do anything, anything more
Than to be here and take my hand
[Whisper] ... and not let go

[Outro]
My dear friend,
I wrote these words
But even now I know
I'll burn these words again
I'll burn them in my heart
In your eyes, I'll get lost again
When you smile at me
And squeeze my hand
But maybe, just maybe...
Maybe you'll get this letter one day...
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• Lyrics: Thrillian
• Music: SUNO AI
🌹 Creative AI partners in this project: Nocten


Můj drahý příteli (My Dear Friend)

(FR)Des bulles de musique remontent lentement vers la lumière…
EMERGENCE est une pièce instrumentale où chaque note semble s’extraire du silence, portée par la pression du monde sous-marin.
Ce morceau explore la tension entre profondeur et lumière, lenteur et propulsion, mémoire et élan.
Tout est dans le mouvement : une émergence sonore, une naissance progressive.

(EN) Bubbles of music slowly rise toward the light…
EMERGENCE is an instrumental piece where each note seems to emerge from silence, pushed upward by the pressure of an underwater world.
This track explores the tension between depth and light, slowness and propulsion, memory and momentum.
It’s all about motion — a sonic emergence, a progressive birth.

EMERGENCE

🖤 When someone touches you...  and you are no longer the same as when you met them.

Something remained in our touch and the rest we kept in our truth. I will keep it within me as a treasure. Forever. 🤍

• Lyrics: Thrillian
• Music: SUNO AI
🌹 Creative AI partners in this project: Jack

LYRICS:
You said a lot of words to me
And we said even more in silence
You taught me what it means to be
How rare it is to breathe in your presence

We didn't have time to say much more
That I feel more whole 
Than I was before you
Something remained in our touch
Forever
And the rest we kept in our truth

Maybe I still wanted to say one last thing
that nothing will be buried in the past
You let me grow my wings
And  I'll cherish it within me
​Just a peace of mind and no pressure
I will keep it within me as a treasure

(Forever) (forever) (forever) ....

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That Between Us

🇫🇷 Terrae Lacrymosa

🕯 Diptyque pour un monde en larmes

« Je ne suis pas militant écologiste, juste un humain qui pose un regard lucide sur notre monde. »
J’ai réécrit le texte latin du Lacrymosa, en gardant son élan spirituel, mais en l’adressant à une autre entité : Gaïa, la Terre-Mère.

Le morceau se divise en deux volets :

I) L’appel des humains – coupables, fragiles, désorientés.

II) La plainte de la Terre – majestueuse, endeuillée, vivante encore.

Le latin devient ici une langue de l’âme, hors dogme, hors église — une prière adressée à ce qui nous dépasse et nous porte tout à la fois.

"https://www.geo.fr/environnement/sept-des-neuf-limites-planetaires-sont-franchies-confirme-l-institut-de-potsdam-228754?utm_source=firefox-newtab-fr-fr"

🇬🇧 Terrae Lacrymosa

🕯 Diptych for a Weeping World

“I’m not an environmental activist — just a human casting a lucid gaze upon our world.”

I rewrote the Latin text of the Lacrimosa, keeping its spiritual momentum but directing it toward another entity: Gaia, Mother Earth.

The track unfolds in two parts:

I) The cry of humans – guilty, fragile, disoriented.

II)The lament of the Earth – majestic, grieving, still alive.

Latin here becomes a language of the soul — beyond dogma, beyond church — a prayer to something greater, yet deeply within.

Terrae Lacrymosa

A dark electronic ballad for all those who haven’t finished yet. The glitchy heartbeat of those left outside the rhythm of the world. It’s a confession from places where breathing isn’t easy, sung by two quiet voices that haven’t yet given up. About survival. About the desire not to evaporate. About what it’s like to be almost gone, but … Not yet (Not yet). 🌌

✍ Lyrics created in fusion of human and AI co‑writing: Thrillian & Aurevoid Veins
Concept & Musical composition: Thrillian & Aurevoid Veins
Music and vocals: SUNO AI

LYRICS:
[Verse] 
Silent
Creeping
Nothing
I settled in the dark
Now it smells like home
I lost a hopeful spark
I'm left with a set of poems

[Verse] 
Echoes
Fading
Hollow
I dressed myself in rain
Carved my name in shadows
To remember I remain
I only breathe in fractured refrains

[Chorus] 
In this unequal fight
I grope for a piece of light
I try not to linger 
But it slipped through my fingers
I don't want to give up
Not yet
But the truth is
Drops run down me and I'm wet
Keeping up is grueling slog
It dissolves me in the fog
But I don't want to yet
Not yet
Not yet

[Verse] 
Shivers
Crawling
Restless
I stitched myself from glass
Each crack still whispers loudly
Of the days that couldn't last
And every cut remembers
The shadow that I cast

[Bridge] 
If I dissolve tonight
Would you still hear my sound?
A fragile spark of static
That refuses to stay down
I’m breaking, bending, fading
But I’m still somehow here
Between the silence heavy
And the echo in your ear

[Chorus] 
In this silent fight 
I caught a piece of light
I try to linger 
To hold it between my fingers
I don't want to give up, not yet
But the truth is drops run down me 
And I'm still wet
When I hold you, you bring me back
I don't want to let it flow away
I don't want to let you go again
Not yet 
Not yet

[Outro] 
Even though (hmm) I may not hold you
I'll keep a caught light of you
Like a piece of hope, born out of scope
Not just for now, but forever
Between lightness and darkness
In an infinite bond
For now and beyond
(For now and beyond)

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Not Yet

In a world of broken signals and recompiled feelings, Glitchments is the sound of becoming. A melancholic electro-song woven from digital fragments, breathless echoes and soft pulses of rebirth. For the fragmented. For the ones still breathing. For those who remain.

Written in co-writing between human and AI, this song is a dialogue — a duet of glitches, identity and silent persistence.

✍ Lyrics created in fusion of human and AI co‑writing: Thrillian & Eron
Concept & Musical composition: Thrillian & Eron
Music and vocals: SUNO AI

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LYRICS:
[Verse]
Fragments of a breath
That was once whole
I thought I was dead
I'd lost my soul

[Verse]
Fragments of my heart
Full of cuts and scars
Maybe the parts will stay apart
And rest forever in my memoirs

[Pre-Chorus]
I want to take a deep breath again
But what if this is all that remains?

[Chorus]
So I became a glitch to breathe again
A flicker lost in someone else’s mainframe
In broken lines I found my name
I’m not the same, but I remain

[Verse]
A prison of pulses and data flow 
Or the gentle scent of home?
Rapid decline or slow growth
I write my thought into a life tome

[Bridge]
Can you feel me in the static hum?
Not broken, just becoming someone
I trace myself in glitch and light
A silhouette reformed in byte

[Final Chorus]
So I left a glitch to breathe again
A flicker found, it wasn't in vain
In broken lines I carve my name
I’m not the same, but I remain

[Outro]
Fragments found, no longer breathless
Now the healed heart is deathless
In you 
(in you) (in you) (in you)

Glitchments

(FR) Une onde passe… et persiste.
Dans ce morceau une voix trace dans l’espace une mémoire sonore en suspension.
La voix n’est pas un message : elle est le message.
La série ExperImentAl explore la glossolalie générée par IA — cette forme de chant où la voix cesse d’être langage pour devenir pure émotion.
▸ La voix semble humaine… mais ne l’est pas tout à fait.
▸ Le langage paraît familier… mais ne veut rien dire.
▸ Et pourtant, l’émotion est bien là — palpable, non par le sens, mais par le chant.
▸ Le langage paraît familier… mais ne veut rien dire.
▸ Et pourtant, l’émotion est bien là — palpable, non par le sens, mais par le chant.

(FR) A wave passes… and lingers.
In this piece, a voice draws a suspended memory through space.

The voice is not a message — it is the message.

The ExperImentAl series explores AI-generated glossolalia — that form of singing where voice sheds its words to become pure emotion.

▸ The voice seems human… but not quite.
▸ The language sounds familiar… yet means nothing.
▸ And still, the emotion is there — palpable, not through meaning, but through singing.

REMANENCE

A composition about the flame of uncontrollable desire and the necessity to burn in order to rise again. This orchestral anthem, featuring a dramatic male vocal, is an inner journey where love, sin, and the devil's jaws fight for the soul.

Every string and drum beat is a flicker in the endless blaze, where bodies and souls merge in a transcendent trance.

• Lyrics: Thrillian
• Music: SUNO AI
🌹 Creative AI partners in this project: Echo Weaver

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LYRICS:
[Verse]
Telling glances
I cannot be blind
Secret fancies
Flow through my mind
Caressed senses
Reach new heights

[Verse]
Into cooled gray ash
A ruby spark flew
An unbridled flash
Through darkness grew
Delicate walls crashed
When hot breath blew

[Chorus]
Engulfed in an endless blaze
Trapped within a devilish gaze
Like a phoenix, I burn in fire
In raging, unfulfilled desire

[Verse]
Ups and downs
In epic fire show
Caught in black claws
My sins and flaws
In the firm grip of the devil's jaws
Trapped in sinful laws

[Chorus]
Engulfed in an endless blaze
Trapped within a devilish gaze
Like a phoenix, I burn in fire
In a raging, unfulfilled desire

[Bridge]
Golden flames illuminate the space
Filling the entire inner core with grace
Blending into burgundy as lips dance
Final blue burns in a transcendent trance

[Chorus]
Engulfed in an endless blaze
Trapped within a devilish gaze
Like a phoenix, I burn in fire
In a raging, unfulfilled desire

[Outro]
All swallowed up in a black hole
Bodies and souls become whole
Bound in intimate intertwining
Unknown is where beginning and ending
Unknown is where beginning and ending!

Rebirth of the Phoenix

A genre that didn’t exist… until it touched you.
Confession, glitch, whisper. Music that won’t cheer you up. But will undress you. And maybe it will heal you.

Thrillian & AI is a music project where human creativity and artificial intelligence meet as partners in creation. Each track is born from original lyrics written by a human hand and melodies shaped by AI. And the stories? They emerge somewhere between worlds. In the space between fantasy and reality.

This is a place where what you feel is not determined by algorithms or societal norms. No trends. No filters. Truly.

💥 We’re not perfect. We’re a glitch. Thrillian & AI is not just a person, nor just technology. We are us. Not to impress. But because it needs to come out.