with Alizbar and Gennady Lavrentyev
Celtic Harp - Alizbar;
Hang AMD tampura, shaker hook, kanzhira, Jambi - Praveen;
violin - Gennady Lavrentyev
Gold chain closed legions around towering mountains. Thousands of soldiers, weapons, chariots, anthems, flags: the siege of attrition. Nobody has held the head of the illustrious army. And the emperor haughtily remarked: & quot; This will Bharata-varsa our perish aria! & Quot; He was handsome and young, fabulously rich, enveloped in glory. A favorite of the crowd, smiling arrogantly, he drank greedily glory, he swam in it. & Quot; The whole planet is now my & quot; - lightning thundered his voice. The wind blew his hair and a wonderful wheat was not outside of his pride. Fire and Sword, he razed the city and entire nations fiercely. I am ruined ancient temples, leaving the vertices in a gray-lilac sky. And he laughed at the women who are in the blood and ashes prayed to the Creator. & Quot; Where is their God is caring?! & Quot; - he said with biting irony to his priest. But one day, while walking through the woods on the surface of the succulent green carpet, he saw an old man beaming, surrounded by seven sacrificial fires. From St. proceeded unknown, violent miraculous power. He exuded boundless happiness, it is deeply struck by the king. & Quot; Who are you and why are you I'm so calm and easy? & Quot; he asked the elder. & Quot; Let's take you with me, you'll be my right hand and you will live in prosperity. Flowering women venerable horses, precious stones, I'll drown you in luxury. Only reveal to me your secret, come on, what do you want? & Quot; A wise man illumined light of knowledge as neuchёny beggar did not expect respect. Hiding placers spiritual wealth under a canvas cover of humility. And he said, looking with genuine compassion for daring atheists: & quot; I want nothing, the king, though, I ask: Get behind you blocking the sun. & Quot; Charter to wander through the mountain passes, forests, deserts and wild prairies, the lord of the world to the sound of trumpets and kettledrums returned to the capital of his empire. Leaders rested, enjoying delicious food and heterosexual. And he thought about the new campaign, which would have made his name timeless. The king sat on the throne, clutching thin, pale fingers cards unruly land. He has lost all its charm - it was fearful a cornered animal. Doubts-traitors infiltrated into the mind. It is no longer captivated by fame poblёkla once explosive force. Fragility of flattery vassals. Blind passion is false, the court conspiracies nasty dogs. Greed motivates the minds of people. Vaunted army bogged down in debauchery and disorder. And everyone tries to stick a knife in the back and take possession of immeasurable power. So many things around and everything is available to the emperor, but there is no happiness. Only emptiness grows cold, apathy and indifference, his whole life for themselves. The hardships of the past, present, melts, frightening future. And there is no one to admit that you are favorite, fortune, defeated by loneliness. There is nobody to hug, without fear that alienate, no sincerity behind the screen honors. And he was still quite young gray lay on his deathbed. And his death, indifferent to the majesty of the king, on the shoulder of the fierce hissing cobra. At the last moment, he remembered that a wise man, looking at the red-hot sun. And the same day, without delay, he said in the throne room of his generals: & quot; I'm leaving, and this is my last will, when the sun hidden behind the clouds, carry me on his last journey on their shoulders with open arms. To see everything, I did not take anything away from him, even though possessed many. We are the children of the other world, all wealth and happiness there, God! & Quot; Do not look for happiness in the outside noisy bustling train station. Ah look, your consciousness - the Golden Fleece, the stone Chintamani, the Holy Grail. Right in the waiting room will cast the bag and open smile of Eternity. My Destination - the abode of joy, love and inexhaustible tenderness.