Каин

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© 2024 Vocal and instrumental poem "Cain", lyrics © 2023 Alex Sikoрскy "Ashes and pain" ( https://stihi.ru/2023/02/21/1631 )

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Ashes and pain - Part1 © 2024 (Alex Sikorsky lyrics) v.1.0

Musical Style:
Atmospheric, Dark, Intense, Minimalist, Rhythmic, Emotional, Dramatic, Strong Percussion, Synth-driven, Orchestral Elements, Electronic, Powerful, Slow, Reflective, Heavy Synths, Introspective.

Exceptions from Musical Style:
Lively, Uplifting, Fast-paced, Cheerful, Pop, Danceable, Folk, Jazzy, Acoustic, Light Percussion, Bright, Major Key, Happy, Repetitive Loops, Cyclical Patterns, Redundant Phrasing, Overused Motifs..


[Vocal Style: Dark baritone, expressive and deep, with a slight raspiness. The voice conveys drama and weight, emphasizing key words. The phrasing is deliberate and slow, with pauses that underline the significance of the lyrics.]
[Instruments: Deep pad synthesizers for atmospheric layers, piano for low and sustained chords, Tibetan bells for atmospheric accents, orchestral strings with vibrato for tension, percussion with deep and rare rhythmic hits, electric guitar with light distortion for melodic transitions, and a powerful synth bass for dramatic climaxes.]

[Intro: Slow, Atmospheric, F Minor]
[Instruments: Deep pad synths, rare sounds of Tibetan bells.]
[Rhythm: Free, slow.]
[Features: Piano plays low Fm chords, rare notes of melody synthesis.]

[Verse 1: Moderate, Rhythmic, F Minor]
[Instruments: Percussion begins to set a moderate rhythm (60 BPM), the synthesizer adds bass lines, and the guitar plays slow, viscous chords.]

Брат Каин, хоть ты мне совсем не брат,
Ты вычеркнул свою бессмертную душу
На место её засыпал пепел и боль — взалкал,
Но тьмы не знал и на помощь Бога не звал, —

[Chorus 1: Intense, F Minor]
[Instruments: Orchestral strings, powerful synth bass. The percussion rhythm is denser, with accents on every second bar.]

Мрачны и бездонны чёрные дыры, как сон,
Они не имеют ни конца, ни начала, лишь стон—
Вечный стон, что вырывается наружу.
Как неуёмная боль, как ночь, как ложь…
Всё вылетает на поворотах и сквозняках,
«Просто», в открытый космос… наружу.

[Instrumental Bridge: F Minor]
[Instruments: A powerful dramatic rise, string and synth layers, short pulses of Tibetan bells.]

[Verse 2: Moderate, Dark, F Minor]
[Instruments: Minimalist accompaniment, guitar with light distortion, rare bass hits.]

Можно жить без веры и без любви,
Можно без совести, слепо и безнадёжно,
Можно жить без борьбы — без борьбы, без…
И жизнь превратить в механическую повесть…

[Outro: Slow, Atmospheric, F Minor]
[Instruments: Synth pad chords fade out, piano ends the composition with rare notes, strings vibrato. The voice slows down, goes into a whisper.]

Годы, жизни отправленные в топку…
Пепел, смог, остаток кислорода…
Батарейка догорает до конца, отключается
Страна от всего иного народа.

[Final Instrumental: Slow, Emotional, F Minor]
[Instruments: Electric guitar with light distortion takes the lead, playing an emotional and slow solo. The synth pads provide a soft harmonic base, fading out gradually. The strings sustain long vibrato notes for tension. Tibetan bells make one final appearance, marking the conclusion.]
[Features: The guitar solo is melodic, using bends, slides, and vibrato to evoke a sense of introspection and finality. The tempo remains slow, around 50 BPM, creating a reflective mood.]

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Ashes and pain – Part2 © 2024 (Alex Sikorsky lyrics) v.1.0

Musical Style:
Atmospheric, Dark, Intense, Minimalist, Rhythmic, Emotional, Dramatic, Strong Percussion, Synth-driven, Orchestral Elements, Electronic, Powerful, Slow, Reflective, Heavy Synths, Introspective.

Exceptions from Musical Style:
Lively, Uplifting, Fast-paced, Cheerful, Pop, Danceable, Folk, Jazzy, Acoustic, Light Percussion, Bright, Major Key, Happy, Repetitive Loops, Cyclical Patterns, Redundant Phrasing, Overused Motifs..

[Vocal Style: Dark baritone, expressive and deep, with a slight raspiness. The voice conveys drama and weight, emphasizing key words. The phrasing is deliberate and slow, with pauses that underline the significance of the lyrics.]
[Instruments: Deep pad synths for atmosphere, orchestral strings for tension, piano for low chords and sparse melodies, Tibetan bells for accents, percussion with heavy hits, synth bass for intensity, electric guitar with distortion and solos, strings with long sustains and dynamic swells.]

[Intro: Slow, Dramatic, F Minor]
[Instruments: Deep pad synths and Tibetan bells introduce a mysterious and intense atmosphere. Piano plays sustained low Fm chords, accented by occasional orchestral string swells.]
[Rhythm: Free and sparse, creating a sense of anticipation.]

[Verse 1: Moderate, Rhythmic, F Minor]
[Instruments: Percussion establishes a steady rhythm at 60 BPM. Electric guitar provides slow arpeggios with light distortion, and the piano adds minimalist melodic flourishes. Strings sustain long notes for tension.]

Можно жить безумно, по чужому плану,
При этом не сходя с эфира, не покидая экранов…
Можно жить без головы, можно без судьбы,
Можно без сердца, закрыв эту последнюю дверцу.

[Chorus 1: Strong, Emotional, F Minor]
[Instruments: Powerful synth bass underscores the vocal intensity. Orchestral strings add dramatic weight, while percussion uses heavier hits to emphasize key phrases.]

Хлоп! — Брат Каин, сродни Иуде,
Только за идею, которую не оправдать,
А иногда и за деньги, но тогда ещё и Иуда.

[Bridge: Slow, Reflective, F Minor]
[Instruments: Sparse accompaniment from piano and strings, with Tibetan bells for subtle accents. The electric guitar plays ambient harmonics, creating an introspective mood.]

То, что имело воплощение однажды, можно развоплощать…
Да, без души можно жить, но неуютно умирать,
Это знали и Христос, и Заратуштра,
И каждый Будда, и так бесконечно.

[Chorus 2: Powerful, F Minor]
[Instruments: Similar to the first chorus but with additional string layers and a more dynamic percussion rhythm. The synth bass becomes more prominent, driving the intensity forward.]

От осознания до осознанности пути, целая жизнь,
От шага в пропасть — всего мгновение,
А дальше только вечность. Изменения,
Это то, что происходит здесь и сейчас,
И то что изменяет каждый твой шаг потом,
Но потом происходит всегда неожиданно
И как развилка для пути — неотвратимо и конечно.

[Outro: Slow, Atmospheric, F Minor]
[Instruments: Synth pads and piano create a fading, melancholic texture. Electric guitar introduces a slow, melodic solo with bends and vibrato, reflecting the emotional weight of the lyrics.]

Каин Каину, неприкаянно, а по Каину, Каин каменный…
Плюнет в небо, но не покается.

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intermezzo (*инструментальная часть)

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Ashes and pain – Part3 © 2024 (Alex Sikorsky lyrics) v.1.0

Musical Style:
Atmospheric, Dark, Intense, Minimalist, Rhythmic, Emotional, Dramatic, Strong Percussion, Synth-driven, Orchestral Elements, Electronic, Powerful, Slow, Reflective, Heavy Synths, Introspective.
Exceptions from Musical Style:
Lively, Uplifting, Fast-paced, Cheerful, Pop, Danceable, Folk, Jazzy, Acoustic, Light Percussion, Bright, Major Key, Happy, Repetitive Loops, Cyclical Patterns, Redundant Phrasing, Overused Motifs..

[Vocal Style: Dark baritone, expressive and deep, with a slight raspiness. The voice conveys drama and weight, emphasizing key words. The phrasing is deliberate and slow, with pauses that underline the significance of the lyrics.]
[Intro: Slow, Atmospheric, F Minor]
[Instruments: Deep pad synths, Tibetan bells, and piano with low Fm chords.]
[Rhythm: Free, sparse.]
[Chord Progression: Fm]
[Verse 1: Moderate, Rhythmic, F Minor]
[Instruments: Percussion at 60 BPM, electric guitar with light distortion, piano flourishes, strings sustain long notes.]

Можно жить безумно, по чужому плану,
При этом не сходя с эфира, не покидая экранов…
Можно жить без головы, можно без судьбы,
Можно без сердца, закрыв эту последнюю дверцу.

[Chorus 1: Strong, Emotional, F Minor]
[Instruments: Powerful synth bass, orchestral strings, percussion.]

Хлоп! — Брат Каин, сродни Иуде,
Только за идею, которую не оправдать,
А иногда и за деньги, но тогда ещё и Иуда.

[Bridge: Slow, Reflective, F Minor]
[Instruments: Sparse piano and strings, Tibetan bells, electric guitar harmonics.]

То, что имело воплощение однажды, можно развоплощать…
Да, без души можно жить, но неуютно умирать,
Это знали и Христос, и Заратуштра,
И каждый Будда, и так бесконечно.

[Chorus 2: Powerful, F Minor]
[Instruments: Similar to Chorus 1, more dynamic percussion.]

От осознания до осознанности пути, целая жизнь,
От шага в пропасть — всего мгновение,
А дальше только вечность. Изменения,
Это то, что происходит здесь и сейчас,
И то что изменяет каждый твой шаг потом,
Но потом происходит всегда неожиданно
И как развилка для пути — неотвратимо и конечно.

[Bridge 2: Slow, Introspective, F Minor]
[Instruments: Sparse piano, strings, electric guitar harmonics.]

Между здесь и там, а имело ли всё это смысл?
Короли сражаются за своих королев,
За детей отцы, а иные, просто за жизнь...
Между теми и этими, если убрать морок
И выжать сухого остатка соль(?).
Кто дивиденды пожнёт от бойни, тех и этих сердец
И разбитых в хлам настенных домашних часов?
Может, прежде чем метры воздуха держать из огня,
Стоит остановиться и посмотреть,
В чём исход каждого нового дня?
Память, в дребезги мечты рушит и мажет,
Всё, что жило и живо в сажу.

[Chorus 4: Powerful, Emotional, F Minor]
[Instruments: Powerful synth bass, orchestral strings, percussion, distorted guitar.]

Судьбы рушатся и уходят в пепел и гарь,
А потом луна освящает воронок остовы,
Как холодный слепой фонарь...
И, от отчаяния, прячем боль в памяти...
Но боль — это плохие засовы,
Скользкие засевы, новые оковы...
Не вернутся жаворонки, не вернутся совы,
Только жирный ворон, только грязный голубь...
И утопая от бесполезности пацифизма,
Вспоминаем начальное — между здесь и там,
Не лишилось ли всё, что случилось,
Хоть какого-то здравого смысла?

[Outro: Slow, Atmospheric, F Minor]
[Instruments: Synth pads, piano fade out, electric guitar solo with bends and vibrato.]
[Chord Progression: Fm]
[Instrumental Outro:]
[Instruments: Electric guitar solo, strings, synth pads.]


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Ashes and pain – Part4 © 2024 (Alex Sikorsky lyrics) v.1.0

Musical Style:
Atmospheric, Dark, Intense, Minimalist, Rhythmic, Emotional, Dramatic, Strong Percussion, Synth-driven, Orchestral Elements, Electronic, Powerful, Slow, Reflective, Heavy Synths, Introspective.

Exceptions from Musical Style:
Lively, Uplifting, Fast-paced, Cheerful, Pop, Danceable, Folk, Jazzy, Acoustic, Light Percussion, Bright, Major Key, Happy, Repetitive Loops, Cyclical Patterns, Redundant Phrasing, Overused Motifs..

[Vocal Style: Dark baritone, expressive and deep, with a slight raspiness. The voice conveys a sense of exhaustion and fatalism, emphasizing key words with a heavy, reflective tone. The phrasing is slow, with pauses that underscore the weight of the lyrics.]

[Intro: Slow, Atmospheric, F Minor]
[Instruments: Deep pad synths create an eerie, melancholic atmosphere, slowly building in intensity. The piano plays long, resonant F minor chords, interspersed with distant, reverberating Tibetan bells. Subtle, low strings gradually add depth, adding a sense of anticipation.]
[Rhythm: Free and sparse, with minimal percussion, a slow crescendo of sound.]
[Chord Progression: Fm, held for extended periods to create a haunting mood.]
[Verse: Slow, Reflective, F Minor]
[Instruments: The same atmospheric pads and piano continue, with a light, percussive touch. Slow, delayed electric guitar arpeggios create a deep, introspective texture, while strings sustain long notes to emphasize the somber mood.]

За метром метр, чтобы пожать пределы дней,
В кровавом рубище сухой остаток веры.
Отчаянье? Желанье быть примером,
Как можно выдавить, звериное с простых людей?
Звериное — опасная напасть, взалкав чужого,
Жизни рвать на части и быть в
В подземках, новою звездой,
Что свет холодный может свой давать, лишь в тёмной чаще.
Моля о боли, приближают смерть и боль,
Где морок и надежда и расплата.

[Chorus: Powerful, Emotional, F Minor]
[Instruments: The full orchestration comes in here, with a heavy synth bass creating a grounding force. Strings add dramatic weight, and the percussion increases in intensity, with sharp, almost industrial hits punctuating the key moments.]

За метры воздуха горящего сражаться,
Порою странно, как можно так в иллюзии вцепиться,
Не отпускать и от того отчаянно держаться.

[Bridge: Slow, Desolate, F Minor]
[Instruments: Sparse, atmospheric accompaniment. The piano plays in low octaves, accented by the slow, methodical electric guitar with harmonic slides. Strings add ghostly, ambient tones in the background, providing a feeling of space and loneliness.]

На небе места нет, как нет огня,
Для черной крови, вогнанной в озноб.

[Outro: Slow, Reflective, F Minor]
[Instruments: The track gradually reduces in volume, with the piano now playing solo, echoing the previous chord progressions in a slow, mournful manner. The synth pads become less pronounced, leaving space for a delicate electric guitar solo. The guitar plays a slow, melodic line with bends and vibrato, gradually fading into the distance.]

Царапать и крушить остаток дня,
Вот и конец безумного пути,
Не за, а под последнею чертой...

[Instrumental Fade-out]
[Instruments: The electric guitar plays a slow, final solo with gentle bends, fading into silence. The synth pads slowly dissipate, leaving only the final note of the guitar. The piano and strings continue to fade, creating a sense of quiet closure.]
[Chord Progression: Fm, with the final chord lingering as the track fades out.]

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Музыкальные версии:
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Musical Style:
Ambient, Ethereal, Cinematic, Haunting, Organic, Atmospheric, Melancholic, Dreamy, Spacious, Minimalistic, Subtle Percussion, Textured, Deep Bass, Evolving Soundscapes.

Exceptions from Musical Style:
Aggressive, Fast-paced, Overly structured, Loud, Bright, Upbeat, Danceable, Rhythmic Loops, Cheerful, Simplistic, Pop-oriented, Monotonous.
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Musical Style:
Metal, Rock Opera, Alternative, Post-Rock, Dramatic, Cinematic, Progressive, Heavy Guitar Riffs, Orchestral Arrangements, Complex Rhythms, Emotional, Atmospheric, Layered Sound, Introspective, Epic.

Exceptions from Musical Style:
Lively, Uplifting, Pop, Simple Chord Progressions, Light Percussion, Danceable, Bright, Repetitive, Cheery, Minimalist, Acoustic, Monotonous.


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трибьют

/*   Brother Cain, though you are not my brother at all, You crossed out your immortal soul In its place you covered it with ashes and pain — you hungered, But you did not know darkness and did not call God for help, — Black holes are dark and bottomless, like a dream, They have neither end nor beginning, only a groan — An eternal groan that breaks out. Like uncontrollable pain, like night, like a lie... Everything flies out on turns and drafts, "Simply", into open space... out. You can live without faith and without love, You can live without conscience, blindly and hopelessly, You can live without struggle - without struggle, without... And turn life into a mechanical story... And they live, and prove to others - It is possible. - And is it possible? - Stood up, washed, poured tea... The door, opened, closed... no, don't answer... Work, lunch, work, transport, home, Evening, evenings, days, weeks, Years, lives sent to the furnace... Ashes, smog, the rest of the oxygen... The battery burns out to the end, the country switches off from all other people.

   You can live madly, according to someone else's plan, And without leaving the air, without leaving the screens... You can live without a head, without a destiny, You can live without a heart, having closed this last door. - Slam! - Brother Cain, akin to Judas, Only for an idea that cannot be justified, And sometimes for money, but then also Judas. That which was embodied once, can be disembodied... Yes, you can live without a soul, but it is uncomfortable to die, Both Christ and Zarathustra knew this, And every Buddha, and so on endlessly. From awareness to awareness of the path, a whole life, From a step into the abyss - just a moment, And then only eternity. Changes, This is what happens here and now, And what changes your every step later, But then it always happens unexpectedly And like a fork in the road - inevitably and of course. - Cain to Cain, restless, and according to Cain, a stone Cain... He will spit in the sky, but will not repent.

   Between here and there, did it all make sense? Kings fight for their queens, Fathers for their children, and others, simply for life... Between those and these, if you remove the gloom And squeeze out the salt of the dry residue (?). - Who will reap the dividends from the slaughter, those and these hearts And the smashed to smithereens home wall clocks? Maybe, before keeping meters of air from the fire, It is worth stopping and looking, What is the outcome of each new day? Memory, dreams shatter and smear, Everything that lived and is alive turns to soot. Fates collapse and disappear into ashes and smoke, And then the moon illuminates the crater skeletons, Like a cold blind lantern... And, out of despair, we hide the pain in memory... But pain is bad bolts, Slippery crops, new shackles... The larks will not return, the owls will not return, Only a fat raven, only a dirty dove... And drowning from the futility of pacifism, We remember the beginning - between here and there, Has everything that happened lost, At least some common sense?

   Meter by meter, to reap the limits of days, In bloody rags, the dry remains of faith. Despair? The desire to be an example, How can you squeeze out the bestial from ordinary people? Beastly is a dangerous attack, hungry for someone else's, To tear lives apart and be in In the subways, a new star, That can give its cold light, only in the dark thicket. Praying for pain, bring death and pain closer, Where there is gloom and hope and retribution. To fight for meters of burning air, Sometimes it's strange how you can cling so tightly to illusions, Not let go and therefore desperately hold on. There is no place in heaven, as there is no fire, For black blood, driven into a chill. Scratch and crush the rest of the day, Here is the end of the crazy path, Not behind, but under the last line...

© 2023 Alex Sikorsky — full lyrics translate*/

[Intro: Slow, Atmospheric, F Minor]
[Minimal melody on synthesizer, deep bass, electronic sounds.]

[Verse 1: Moderate, Rhythmic, F Minor]
Brother Cain, you’re no kin of mine,
You buried your soul in ash and pain,
No call for light, no cry for aid,
Forever lost to endless night.

[Chorus 1: Intense, F Minor]
Black holes pull, no start, no end,
Eternal silence, a void to rend.
A hollow scream, a fading star,
Swallowed whole in the dark afar.

[Verse 2: Moderate, Dark, F Minor]
You can live with no love, no creed,
No fight, no aim, just empty needs.
Days unfold in a lifeless haze,
Ash and smoke mark your fleeting trace.

[Chorus 2: Strong, Emotional, F Minor]
Live in madness, by a borrowed plan,
Tied to screens, to a hollowed land.
No fate, no heart, no lasting name,
For ideals that burn, but leave no flame.

[Bridge: Slow, Dramatic, F Minor]
Without a soul, you’ll live, but die unwhole,
Christ, Zarathustra, and Buddha knew the toll.
Infinity lies on the path we tread,
No hope remains, no return ahead.

[Chorus 3: Powerful, F Minor]
From thought to life, the gap is thin,
Eternity starts when we dive within.
Change arrives in every breath,
Cain casts his stones, but feels no regret.

[Bridge 2: Slow, Introspective, F Minor]
Between the here and there, does meaning stay?
Kings fight for crowns, and fathers for their kin.
Dreams crumble, lost to smoke and ash,
In the void, does purpose truly last?

[Chorus 4: Powerful, Emotional, F Minor]
Fates collapse in ember and flame,
The moonlight shines on ruins’ remains.
We hide our pain, lock it away,
But crows, not larks, will guide our way.

[Outro: Slow, Reflective, F Minor]
Step by step, through the edge of time,
Despair and hope entwined in rhyme.
We cling to illusions in the deepest shade,
Not beyond, but below the last line

[Instrumental fade-out.]