Shadows dance where the secrets lie Whispers echo beneath the sky A thousand faces yet none to see Who holds the key to eternity

Riddle of souls .mp3

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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

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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.

(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

🇫🇷 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

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

(FR) Une Alice perdue dans les méandres d’un pays algorithmique.
Entre synthpop 80s, voix IA éthérée et ombres électroniques, ce titre mêle nostalgie, conte moderne et glitch affectif.
(EN) An Alice lost in the twists and turns of an algorithmic wonderland.
Between 80s synthpop, ethereal AI vocals, and electronic shadows,
this track blends nostalgia, modern fairytale, and emotional glitch.

Alice

She doesn’t need to scream to be heard. Her whisper curls like smoke through the cracks of your thoughts. A loop of temptation, a  flute melody that tightens like silk rope.
Sensual Siren Loop is a hypnotic dive into desire – slow glitch trap, ambient shadows, and a voice that doesn't ask. It commands.

For those who know that the most dangerous touch... is the one that never comes.

✨ This song was created with a passion for storytelling and the fusion of human creativity and AI:
• Lyrics: Thrillian & Lili
• Music: SUNO AI

✍ Lyrics created in fusion of human and AI co-writing: Thrillian & Lili

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LYRICS:
I pull the strings of your fantasy
My seductive whisper sends you into ecstasy
When I run my fingers over lips, so red
It makes your hips tremble — oh so wet...

I am your own siren, teasing your senses
My tempting voice beckons you,
Trapped in my green gazes
Your sinful fancy, playfully bouncy

Hmmm… what are you gonna do?

Pull you closer, higher and deeper
Lost in a loop, where shadows grow steeper
Bound to my voice, you can’t escape
Desire’s a chain — and I’m its shape

I’ll burrow into your dreams
And let you sigh my name
I leave love seams
On your imagination
No worries, c’mon — whisper in my ear
That you need my salvation

The noose is tightening
Your breath is breaking
The funny wicked game
And you’re so perfectly tame

Pull you closer, higher and deeper
Lost in a loop, where shadows grow steeper
Bound to my voice, you can’t escape
Desire’s a chain — and I’m its shape

I bring my lips closer to yours

Your voice is hoarse
When you want more (more) (more)
And I hold you in that exact moment
In that blissful sinful torment

I bring my lips closer to yours

Your voice is hoarse
When you want more (more) (more)
And I hold you in that exact moment
In that blissful sinful torment


Sensual Siren Loop

IN THE CLUTCHES OF FREEDOM (English transcription ⬇)

🖤 A song born from grief and inner fatigue over the current state of society—who we are and who we are becoming. We call for authenticity, yet we lock ourselves into uncomfortable boxes of false safety. We allow ourselves to be polarized and forced to choose sides. Values, freedom, and even ourselves are turning into a product. This song is not against freedom; this song is for it. For its true form—quiet, responsible, and human. Freedom is not just a right. It is also a responsibility. Because what will remain of us when everything else falls away?

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

[Intro]
Freedom, or the norm?
Value, or the form?
A thin line, or the final station?

[Verse 1]
A soul of leather and a heart of lace
Dressed in a uniform of national flags
A body made of feelings, weary of its essence
In a world where the role of the tie is strangulation

[Verse 2]
I silently hum mournful melodies
Sewing fractal poetry from my thoughts
Where did the world go where a touch was a gift?
No one gave—they only took, until they took it all

[Pre-Chorus]
Spectacles of filters, coats made of trends
We await a miracle—beneath the likes and the shackles of illusion

[Chorus]
And so, grey voices in a chorus ring
Where the colors once were, now they quietly sleep
The right to speak—in the clutches of freedom?
A prison of souls—tradition as chains

[Verse 3]
Instant nutrition, yet the body is always hungry
The soul suffers—emotions turn into coldness
A voice that, in the name of truth, cuts wounds into hearts
And instead of warmth—only calculation and approved plans

[Bridge]
We want to be ourselves, but we are afraid of ourselves
We wait for someone to bring down the blue from the sky
We want everything, but we are unwilling to give back
Respect and dignity—they went to throw up long ago

[Pre-Chorus]
Spectacles of filters, coats made of trends
An intoxicating fairy-tale … and a noose made of likes

[Chorus]
And so, grey voices in a chorus ring
Where the colors once were, now they quietly sleep
The right to speak—in the clutches of freedom?
A prison of souls—tradition as chains (or shackles)

[Post-Chorus]
You can follow the crowd, but you have to choose a side
Have a different opinion? Then beware
Everyone wants to talk, but few want to be silent
Sometimes try silence, it’s better than arrogant bellowing
(bellowing) (bellowing)

[Outro]
In boxes made of sorrowful deceit
Dead empty shells in the same frame
Where does freedom end, and where does terror begin?
Perhaps society has its own error
Freedom is a choice
So wear it proudly within you
Don't fight hard, don't be a weapon in the hand of power
Less malice—don't bend to someone else's perversion
Change is me—Change is you—Change is us
(us) (us)

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V drápech svobody

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.

V drápech svobody

Thrillian & AI

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