ALTAYA

The story which was never happened, but it so real. About the persons who never exist, but you can feel them. About places which you might never visited, but they are show up so easy in your mind.

With great appreciation to artists who become a part of this work, I present you this new old story.

Ты волна моя морская,

Своенравная волна,

Как, покоясь иль играя,

Чудной жизни ты полна!

Ты на солнце ли смеешься,

Отражая неба свод,

Иль мятешься ты и бьешься

В одичалой бездне вод, –

Сладок мне твой тихий шепот,

Полный ласки и любви;

Внятен мне и буйный ропот,

Стоны вещие твои.

Будь же ты в стихии бурной

То угрюма, то светла,

Но в ночи твоей лазурной

Сбереги, что ты взяла.

Не кольцо, как дар заветный,

В зыбь твою я опустил,

И не камень самоцветный

Я в тебе похоронил.

Нет – в минуту роковую,

Тайной прелестью влеком,

Душу, душу я живую

Схоронил на дне твоем.

It was in the dream. It happened somewhere behind the clouds. The story about beautiful city in the sky. A city woven from the harmony and grace of music. A city waiting for those who seek it and aspire to it. Every street in it is an encyclopedia of infinite wisdom. And every house is a planet with its own laws. There are rivers full of mysterious sounds and trees making hypnotic noise. In this city every inhabitant is unique as stars in boundless space, but is a part of one Logos.

With great gratitude to each musician whose works are presented in this mix and respect to each of its listeners.

All signals received from space are carefully selected and responsibly placed in this mix. All the planets that reflected such beautiful signals are appreciated. The mix is respectfully presented to the listeners of author's series "LOGOS" by Anton Altaya.

Imagine yourself looking into a dark night sky full of frozen stars. Lying in pleasant company on the roof of a train running through endless snowy fields. A frosty wind bites your cheeks and fingers, carrying you away into thick snow-covered forests full of fabulous animals. From the open windows of the carriages you can clearly hear the music chasing the wheels sliding on the rails in time. The train is smoothly gaining speed rushing to big beautiful cities full of life, waiting for the holiday. You descend into the very first carriages where artists, ballerinas and musicians prepare for their performances with reverence. Enter the next carriage full of masked guests gossiping about some important future events. You salute, and aspire to the next one. Here is a fascinating game of cards and there is such a mist of tobacco that it is difficult even to walk. You can feel the train slowing down and through the windows of the next carriage you can see people walking along the wide river in the center of the evening city. You break into the next carriage where other guests led by an important person from the capital are moving in a slow and graceful dance. Smoothly rounding them so as not to destroy the harmony, you open the next door, behind which the officers are singing their song loudly. After rewarding you for your participation with a glass of sparkling, they take you with a friendly embrace to the carriage where the world opera star, to the accompaniment of the gypsies, sings an aria to drunken generals. Barely escaping from this chaos, you find yourself in a dark, illuminated of candle and lights wagon, full of dancing young people. In the shimmering windows passes the very center of the capital with its bridges, galleries and palaces full of people. The train slows down and the smoke from its chimney envelops everything so that nothing can be seen but the dark space, at the far end of which a young fortune-teller looks at you. She is the card reading and it gets cold by her eyes. Her eyes are full of stars in the dark night sky. You find yourself lying on the roof of a train running through endless snow fields...

With the deepest respect, I present you with a new multifaceted journey, this time through magical Asia. Through India to Nepal, Myanmar, Vietnam, Thailand, Malaysia, Singapore, Indonesia, Sri Lanka and back.

I am infinitely grateful to the outstanding musicians whose works have become the shining elements of the mosaic of this mix, so beautifully formed in the picture on which I painted Asia.

This is a musical adventure filled with love I would like to dedicate to a recently lost friend whose origins come from this continent. He quickly became an important part of the family and did so much for us! He taught us to take care of, respect, share, love and be responsible. We pray for you and wish you a bright journey! See you soon.

С глубочайшим уважением представляю вам новое многогранное путешествие, на этот раз по волшебной Азии. Через Индию к Непалу, Мьянме, Вьетнаму, Тайланду, Малайзии, Сингапуру, Индонезии, Шри Ланке, и обратно.

Я бесконечно признателен выдающимся музыкантам чьи работы стали сияющими элементами мозаики этого микса, так красиво сложившимися в картину на которой я рисовал Азию.

Это музыкальное приключение наполненное любовью, я хотел бы посвятить недавно ушедшему другу происхождение которого исходит из этого континента. Он очень быстро стал важной частью семьи и так много для нас сделал! Он учил нас заботиться, уважать, делиться, любить и быть ответственными. Мы молимся за тебя и желаем тебе светлого путешествия! До скорой встречи.

I more then happy to share my experience of the time travel to beautiful Europe! It is based on my deep impression by this music given by god.

I was impressed of every single pice of art(track) in this mix and very appreciate the talent of Musicians who was represent they compositions to the world in the period of past 3 month.

So let yourself a travel in time to wonderful places and events in good old Europe.

Please enjoy it!

A stroll in late spring evening through a fairytale forest full of wise mushrooms, dancing trees and giggling elves. Sensitively supervised by a forest sorceress.

Autumn revelation ...

Live from "Sun Fest" 2018 by Underground Sound Of Long Beach.

What can be more otherworldly than music?