The musical journey into the world of “Where time flows downward…” : https://suno.com/playlist/4242fb7f-99f0-47f6-bab7-7f2f0d751734 ______________________________ The song uses the extinct Sumerian language; below is the poetic original in Russian, the meaning of which was incorporated into the Sumerian version. ______________________________ [Intro] I painted my face so no one could see me. I laughed out loud to hide the debris of oneself mu dug₃ šem₃, mu gu₃-tur gig dug₄. (Слава всегда поёт сладко, но шепчет горько) išiš-ĝu₁₀ ka dug₄-a é ig-nu-še, la₂ ki-gen-nu (Моя улыбка была приглашением в комнату без выхода - манит, но ведёт в тупик) [Verse 1] I handed out crowns like smile at the gate, Chuckling while I watched them fight to be great. They wanted the title, the shine, the applause, Each one so convinced he deserved it because. Their pride stood so tall it blocked out the sun, Their vanity begged, “Let me be the one!” [Pre‑Chorus] They didn’t see the price written in the air, Didn’t hear the silence hiding everywhere. I only said, “Take it—see how it feels,” And they ran to the edge without knowing the wheels. [Chorus] Oh, this victory tastes like ash on the tongue, A Pyrrhic win where the cost was too much. You won the battle, but lost who you were, Now the crown is a weight, not a light in the dark. So wear it with pride—it’s all you have left, A trophy of glory, a monument to regret. [Verse 2] I never forced them, I just held the door, Let them chase the spotlight until they hit the floor. I said, “Be the king,” and they took the bait, Never asking what they’d have to give away. Those who violated every rule, burned every bridge behind, Just to stand on the top with a hollow kind of mind. [Chorus] Oh, this victory tastes like ash on the tongue, A Pyrrhic win where the cost was too much. You won the battle — is it over yet? Remember: the crown is a weight, not a light in the dark. So wear it with pride — A trophy of glory, a monument to regret. [Bridge] I am - Aluzinnu with the devil’s grin, I show you the mirror and let you fall in. Pride builds the throne, vanity lights the way, But the road ends where the shadows stay. You wanted to be first—so here’s your crown. Now tell me: what did you leave on the ground? [Outro] The EGO balloon has burst, the lights go out slow. mu dug₃ šem₃, mu gu₃-tur gig dug₄. (Слава всегда поёт сладко, но шепчет горько) ù-ba dili nam-maḫ-ta (Вот оно - одиночество после успеха) ù-ba šag₄ su-ig šu-si-a (Вот она - внутренняя пустота наполненная аплодисментами) nam-maḫ-ta si sed₄ ù-gal₂ (После шоу остаётся только тишина и холод) išiš-ĝu₁₀ ka dug₄-a é ig-nu-še, la₂ ki-gen-nu (Моя улыбка была приглашением в комнату без выхода - манит, но ведёт в тупик) He who knows his own ego best, knows how little it matters Behold: In the place where ego builds walls, there love builds bridges While ego builds walls, love builds bridges
