sergey_dobrenkov

sergey_dobrenkov

b. 1968

𝓝𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮;⁕ 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮, 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮, 𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓼 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮;⁕ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻⁕ 𝓑𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓶.⁕ 𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓪 𝓷𝓸 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷 —⁕ 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷.⁕ (𝓛𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓭)

n. 1968 , Russia

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The Prayer unto the Saviour

Save me, my Saviour, by Thy Grace alone,
Not by the deeds my sinful hands have done.
Thou willest me to save: Thou knowest well
The way to rescue me from death and hell.

Save me as Thou wilt, as Thou canst, as Thou knowest;
By Thy known paths, Thy saving mercy showest.
Upon Thee, O my Lord, I set my trust,
And to Thy holy will my spirit I adjust.

Do with me what Thou wilt; Thy will be done;
I seek no other refuge, save the Holy One.
If Thou wouldst see me in the Light—blest be Thy Name!
If Thou wouldst have me in the darkness—blest the same!

If Thou unfoldest mercy’s door to me,
’Tis good and blessing; if Thou shuttest it,
Blessed art Thou, O Lord, whose just decree
Hath closed that door, as Thou dost see it fit.

If Thou destroy me not with all my sin,
Glory to Thy mercy’s boundless store!
If Thou condemn me for my sin within,
Glory to Thy righteous judgment evermore!

But as Thou wilt, dispose my path below,
That I at last Thy full salvation know.

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Bio
My pseudonym 𝑳𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒅 is connected with personal circumstances and Blessed Paraskeva of Sarov, whose holy relics rest at the Seraphim-Diveyevo Convent. There is sometimes an opinion that 𝑳𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒅 is a «project»; so be it, but it is a non-commercial project devoted to the research of music and experimentation with it. The texts for albums featuring solo vocals or a choir are written by me (unless otherwise stated); they constitute the greater part of all the poems I have published, although I do not consider myself a poet. The complete discography, including instrumental albums, with years of release, is as follows: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 (𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟖), 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡 (𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟗), 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟎), 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟏), 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐙𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟐), 𝐏𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟑), 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟑), 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐦 (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟒), 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐦 (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟔), 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝 (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟕), 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟖), 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝 (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟖), 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐬𝐚𝐫'𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗), 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 (𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎), 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐), 𝐋𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢 (𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑), 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 (𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒), 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐦 (𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓), 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 (𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬). You can find and listen to them on Bandcamp and SoundCloud. The albums from previous years will be remixed, as they were not originally intended for public access. Their concept, including that of albums already published, may be revised at any time, and individual parts may be altered at my discretion. I am under no obligations and promote my own record label 𝑳𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒅 ® 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔. My musicological research has been published in Russian and English.

Poems

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Break Me up to Starlight

Break me up to starlight
Tear apart these walls
Break me up to starlight
'Till nothing else recalls

Each crushing wave
Transforms the pain
Into pure light
Again... again...
Your force Divine
Makes crystals shine

Pierce through my shell
With burning Grace
As I dispel
What You erase

Break me up to starlight...

10

Frozen Stars

Breath turns to crystal
In the empty air
My fingers aren't mine anymore
Time slipping away
Is this what stars feel like?

The cold crawls deeper now
Through every vein and bone
Is this what stars feel like?
When they're burning all alone?

Can't feel my heartbeat
Against the arctic wind
My thoughts are floating free
Beyond my frozen skin
Is this what stars feel like?

The cold becomes so beautiful
As consciousness takes flight
Is this what stars feel like?
As they pierce the endless night?

The boundary dissolves
Between earth and sky
I'm turning into light
Is this what stars feel like?

* * *

This is how stars burn out
Strung by the higher Thought
On firmament of heaven
Billions of light-years apart

9

Watch Me burn to Ashes

Embers dance, beneath my breath,
Where the heart is crowned.
Time becomes a flame…
Let old be cast down.

A body formed of dust, with fiery brightness thrilled,
And sanctified by Grace’s cooling breath instilled—
No element or creature could have that body killed;
After the fall of Adam, it became
A dark vessel made of coal, with moisture filled.

Coal must become a diamond,  holy flame…
It shall resurrect as soul’s own state may claim:
Transfigured, with a new blessed name,
Or in continuously deepening and endless shame.

What is worthless is destroyed by fire
And is scattered by the wind;
Freeing the trapped most pure light,
Forcing diamond's facets shinned.

When silence is the radiance of soul,
And every earthly voice at last is dumb—
The time will roll up like a scroll
And the Eternity will come.

Watch me fall apart,
Watch me burn to ashes.

10

Calling through the Night

Far beyond the stars
Can you hear me now?
Through the endless dark
Breaking somehow

Oooooh, reaching out...
Reaching out to you
Oooooh, breaking out...
Breaking out for you

Calling, calling through the night
Sending signals, burning bright
Calling, calling, can't you see?
There's a space where you should be

Miles of empty sky
Still I send my sign
Though you're far away
Find me, make it stay

Calling, calling through the night
Sending signals, burning bright
Calling, calling, can't you see?
There's a space where you should be

Beyond the stars
Beyond the dark
Beyond time

14

Shine, crazy Diamond, shine!

Through gaping chasms and depths untold,
Thou leadest me into Thy light;
Each grief I bear, each loss I hold,
Makes stronger still my faith's pure might.

Thou carvedst me deep, through trials and knife,
Each cut a step to eternal Life.
The weight of the cross, the sting of the thorn,
In the crucible of love, a new heart is born.

Through shadows that linger, through starless night,
Thou’rt grinding my edges till I shine just right.
Every scar tells the story of Grace,
Every flaw touched by a Saviour’s embrace.

Like a diamond in the rough, I was hidden, unseen,
But Thy hands, O Lord, make the broken gleam.
Like stars above,
I’ll reflect Thy boundless love.

Purified by suffering’s flame,
I’ll rise and glorify Thy name,
A jewel cut by Thy hand.
Let me sparkle in the promised land.

So rest, O soul, in the Saviour’s hand,
For the Master’s touch is never in vain—
Let Him grind and polish as He hath planned.
A humble jewel I shall remain.

Shine, crazy diamond, shine!

7

Sacred Distance

I reach my hand across the space
Between your heart and mine
But something holds me back today
Like facing a Divine

The closer that we try to get
The further we drift away
I thought that time would heal this wound
But years won't make you stay

Your touch upon my skin feels cold
Though fire burns within
A wall of glass stands clear and strong
Where does this void begin?

I thought that love would break these chains
That bind us far apart
But now I know some distances
Live deep inside the heart

The truth lies in this emptiness
Between your soul and mine
We chase what we can never catch
Till end of space and time

Till the end of times...


12

On the Verge of Waking and of Sleep

On the verge of waking and of sleep,
Where does my dreaming fancy stray?
Into what chasms, bottomless and deep,
What starry wanderings far away?

All was so logical – then, crack…
The links all vanished without a cause,
The broken circle closing back,
Inside-out pictures float against all laws.

And I am still the same, yet otherwise,
I soar above a starry ocean,
And all the planets, in strange guise,
Circle, a ghostly caravan in motion.

And I have long since left the Earth,
Around me nets of fate are thrown,
What little thread in this dim haze
Will be my shaky guide, alone?

Then – such a void, an empty vast,
Beyond the boundaries of the past,
I'm god, I’m slave, I’m glory from a dust,
And I'm eternally reborn, being last.*

What music in my breast
Sings, pulses, trembles, flying –
She worries in the silent rest,
And slanders with idle torment sighing.

By what holy strength am I
Cast upon a flat, bare strand –
All is over. And my cry
Wheezes above a swollen gland…

…………………………………………………

*Then – such a void, an empty vast,
Beyond the boundaries of the past,
I'm god by Grace, I’m humble slave,
I’m glory created from a dust,
And I'm eternally reborn, being last.

6

The Lamentations of a sinful Soul leaving the Body

A moment past, I felt the weight, the ache, the cold;
And now, outside myself, my own dead form behold—
Unmoving and unbreathing, face all bloodless, white,
Bearing the stamp of death. O miserable sight!

I sense that I am not alone: unknown powers fill the air.
With horror I feel darkness writhe and coil everywhere.
On every side, the swarming shadows grip and press—
They count me as their prey, they claim my helplessness.*

They waited; they were always close to me,
But I, within the thickness of my flesh, could never see.
Their multitude—with burning coals instead of eyes—
Slowly, relentlessly, they tighten their grim ties.
I hear their whisper, hissing, and in every sound
My name, my secret acts, all echo round.

Now I perceive how awful and complete
The severance from God, the dread, the dark defeat.
I know that now, this very instant, is the test
On which my everlasting destiny will rest.

I scream, but in this gulf my voice is quickly dead.
I call upon God’s name, but lips without a tongue, with dread,
Cannot pronounce it boldly—only with shame I find
That I’m unworthy even to bring that Name to mind.

Each sin of mine arises like a living trace.
Oh, if I could return for just one moment’s Grace!
I strive to call to mind one single deed of light,
One heartfelt prayer—but everything sinks in the night,
In that black sea where all my memories drown.

I stand upon the edge, about to go
Into the unknown, to reap what I did sow
For every word, each deed, each thought I know—
That I’ve amassed...
And now I cannot cancel what is past.

I lift my gaze to where the Angels ought to be,
My last hope—the All-Pure One’s intercessory plea.

…………………………………………………………………………

*I feel I am not all alone: strange powers surround.
With horror I perceive how darkness coils unbound.
From every side the swarms of blackness press and throng;
They count me as their prey, to whom I've belonged long.

8

Premonition of hellish Torments

Hellish waves have embraced me
To the depths of my soul.
The abyss takes me away.
My soul has become thin and weak.

Oh, my God, my God!.. Don't leave me.
Inhaling You, I exhale contrition
In the killing reflection of stars.

Let all words become non-existent,
Like burnt comets,
Like fallen leaves, let all words decay,
Turn into scattered ashes...
And only Your uncreated Word will rise!

18

Rock and roll is dead, and You are dead with It

You thought you owned the night,
But the night owns you.
A shadow dancing in a borrowed light,
A ghost in rewound time,
A ghost in fading blue.

Rock and roll is dead from the start,
And you're all dead with it.
You've never contained anything more than this emptiness.
Rock and roll is dead from the start,
And you're all dead with it.
Your eyes are blinded by passion and conceit.

The leather jackets, the ripped-up jeans,
A costume party for a false dream.
You can’t resurrect what never lived,
A tombstone anthem, no love to give.

Rock and roll is inherently dead,
And you all are dead with it.
You’re dancing on graves, but the music won’t rise.
Only motley ribbons and smoke under neon skies.

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