Зеркало (The Mirror)
This song is not a protest.
It’s not a message.
It’s not even emotional.
It’s just a reflection.
I made this while thinking about the war, and about people like Vladimir Putin, but it’s not really about one person. It’s about what happens when power becomes disconnected from reality.
When decisions are made on paper, but lived by real people.
Not a song, more like a record
The idea came from a simple feeling.
What if you don’t argue, don’t judge, and just show what’s left?
No speeches.
No politics.
Just
empty chairs
mothers
silence
That’s why the intro says:
Not a hymn.
Not a prayer.
Just accounting.
Because in the end, that’s what it becomes.
The system behind it
The most important part for me is the bridge.
No madness detected.
No errors found.
Decision, deliberate.
Consequences, irreversible.
That’s how these things actually happen.
Not chaos.
Not accidents.
Clear decisions. Signed off. Approved.
That’s what makes it heavy.
Why “The Mirror”
A mirror doesn’t argue with you.
It doesn’t try to convince you.
It just shows you what’s there.
That’s what this song tries to do.
Not attack. Not defend.
Just show the result.
You wanted order.
You created silence.
It’s bigger than one leader
Yes, this is inspired by what’s happening now.
But if you’re honest, this pattern repeats through history.
Different country.
Different leader.
Same mechanism.
That’s why I didn’t want to make it too specific.
Because then it becomes temporary.
And this isn’t a temporary thing.
Second piece: Stop Burying Sons (Russia & Ukraine)
I also made a second track alongside this one.
This one has no lyrics.
It’s instrumental.
But in a way, it says the same thing, just without words.
It’s built like a Soviet-style military march. Heavy brass, deep drums, a male choir, everything feels big, powerful, almost heroic on the surface. You hear the strength, the discipline, the identity.
But underneath that, there’s something else.
The repetition.
The weight.
The inevitability.
The choir chants in Russian, phrases like:
Стой. Стой.
Медведь помнит.
It sounds strong, but if you listen longer, it starts to feel different. Almost like it’s stuck in a loop. Like something that can’t stop itself.
That’s the idea.
Power, tradition, pride, all of it building something that looks unbreakable.
But at the same time, it keeps leading to the same place.
More sons buried.
More silence.
Final thought
At the end, nothing really matters anymore except one thing.
History will not ask what you wanted.
It will only ask how many.
That’s it.
No ideology survives that question.
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