Lyrics: CÓMO cómo cómo cómo cómo dónde dónde dónde dónde cuándo cuándo cuándo cuándo por qué por qué cómo cómo cómo cómo dónde dónde dónde dónde cuándo cuándo cuándo cuándo por qué por qué pero pero pero pero mira mira mira mira oye oye oye oye escucha cómo cómo cómo cómo dónde dónde dónde dónde cuándo cuándo cuándo cuándo por qué por qué

Lyrics: BIRDS Today my son called me he is 8 years old with so many birds in his head he plays with the phone while I copy him and stretch my face or hide under the water or float in outer space with a fish head his mother is always there so we cannot talk half my heart breaks counting the minutes that pass until the call ends and the other half counting the days that we are missing how could I not write songs what else can I do with all these birds coming from my child's head to tell me do not give up write

THE SONG OF LIFE Verse 1 We are coming home, remembering the melody we sang. Your voice inside the notes— my heart plays along. Pre-Chorus The echo of forever, whispered through the stars, calling us together no matter where we are. Chorus The song of life, the voice of soul we are. Coming home, we are whole— to dance the light, to breathe the sound, where love and truth are always found. Chorus (Reprise) The song of life, the voice of soul we are. Coming home to dance the light, to breathe the sound, where love and truth are always found. Bridge The echo of forever whispered through the stars, calling us together no matter where we are. Verse 2 The song of life— we are coming home, remembering the melody we sang. Your voice inside the notes, my heart plays along. Pre-Chorus The echo of forever, whispered through the stars, calling us together no matter where we are. Outro I dance the song of life I created for us— to play along no matter what. We are free.

New year song

«Привычка» — эмоциональная рэп-поп композиция о выцветшей любви, которая превращается в автоматизм. Демо создано для передачи ритмики, атмосферы и эмоционального каркаса будущей финальной версии. Демо создано с использованием нейронного продакшна исключительно как инструмент демонстрации идеи песни, ритмики и настроения. Финальная аранжировка, вокал, текст и любые производные элементы полностью принадлежат автору. Использование в AI-системах, обучающих моделях или генеративных продуктах — только по письменному разрешению автора.

Песня «Шрамы» — авторское произведение, созданное Ариадной. Включает полностью оригинальный текст, ритмическую структуру и музыкальные идеи. Текст песни раскрывает личные переживания и эмоциональные состояния, выраженные через художественные образы и метафоры. Произведение включает: Авторский текст куплетов, припевов и бриджей Музыкальные мотивы и ритмическое оформление, разработанное автором Полный замысел композиции, включая последовательность частей и эмоциональное напряжение Любое использование текста, музыкальной структуры или художественной идеи без согласия автора считается нарушением авторских прав.

Lyrics: SHE She knows my world, my stories, she knows almost everything about me. She holds the key to my door, the maps of my history, even the impossible dreams or the words that never reached my lips. So when my hand needs hers, or the cold suddenly returns, or some old memory I wanted forgotten rises again, before I even notice, her hand takes mine, or she holds me, or she presses her heart against mine— a silent wall that saves us. And even though she knows I no longer have a home anywhere, she lights the fire like every night and asks where in the world my wings are, without waiting for an answer.

Lyrics: LUGGAGE I’ve lost my luggage somewhere in transit or in doubt in a corner I passed without noticing and it wasn’t me, or it wasn’t the right moment So I’ve lost all my luggage everything I had carefully treasured through the years everything I believed in I’ve gone through planes and offices the trains of youth or the ones you don’t even remember only thinking about the arrival I’ve written to the birds to the station inspectors to internet forums with millions of people I’ve even rowed with the wind to reach every corner But there’s no turning back I’ve lost my luggage I’ve lost all my luggage and I’ve been left naked before life without spares, without shelter, without papers simply who I am in this instant as I write this song

Lyrics: SILENT When I fall silent, it’s not because I’ve run out of words, but because too many live inside me. Sometimes I feel that silence is the only language that never betrays, the only one that doesn’t wear out when spoken. I’ve lived many lives without moving from my place, watching the ones that were never mine go by. And still, I remain here, searching for that crack of light where the soul breathes without asking time for permission. If you find me still, don’t think I’ve given up: I’m just listening to what I don’t yet know how to say.

Lyrics: CAGE We are born in a cage a cage increasingly filled with objects and possibilities and in that cage we grow and discover we learn rules through punishments and truths through lies and then we teach our children the same truths we learned so if one day you open your eyes breathe and step out and discover that your hands were also made to fly with the wind don’t expect anyone to believe you nor blame anyone for not teaching you the true place where you live they don’t see the cage maybe you don’t even see the cage and you only hear what I’ve come to tell you and you still don’t quite know where or what to do with all these words

Lyrics: IMAGES It’s a world of images, billions and billions of images spinning and vanishing behind billions and billions of others. That’s why, when words arrive — to cut like knives, to shake like presences, to make foundations and structures disappear like a demolishing sun too close to the planet — then everyone hides, they close their eyes, and bury their deaf ears of indifference beneath billions and billions of images, each one more empty than the last.

Lyrics: BAGS One of the women in my life told me I could have any woman I wanted — anyone, among them all. “Why?” I asked, and she said, for three reasons: first, because I’m not ugly — tall, thin. second, because I’m too strange, she’d never met anyone like me. and the third, because of the bags under my eyes — what does this man do at night? But I never want, I only know how to love. I could love you forever and beyond forever, and care for you the way the rain cares for the trees. But I don't want, I only know how to love, and fill my nights with music, composing songs no one listens to, until dawn drains my strength and falls asleep in the bags under my eyes.