More songs by DK Energetyk
Description
Something primitive lurks beneath the surface - as if the world is learning to be an adult again. Everything is fragile, as if the body has not yet grown under the weight of its own bones, but is already building space for those who will come later. Hunger is not about food, but about meaning, about the urge to understand why all this is happening. In these sounds, there is weariness with oneself and a strange consolation: one can be imperfect, unspoken, but alive. The music grows, like a breath after a long silence, straightening shoulders and bones - for the future.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Мари, мари, мари, виросту до дорослих кості, кості збудують цілий простір, простір, простір для майбутніх прав.
Мало, мало, мало, так мало ще відомо вдома, вдома, я тому вади голо, голо, голо, який собі фінал.
Томлений від себе, віддає сигнал.
This night of illusions, this night of propaganda.
Томлений від себе, віддає сигнал.
This night of illusions, this night of propaganda.
Мари, мари, мари, як виросту до дорослих кості, кості збудують цілий простір, простір, простір для майбутніх прав.
Томлений від себе, віддає сигнал.
This night of illusions, this night of propaganda.
English translation
Maras, maras, maras, will grow to adult bones, bones will build a whole space, space, space for future rights.
Little, little, little, so little is still known at home, at home, that's why I'm sorry holo, holo, holo, what a finale.
Tired of himself, gives a signal.
This night of illusions, this night of propaganda.
Tired of himself, gives a signal.
This night of illusions, this night of propaganda.
Maras, maras, maras, as the bones grow into adults, the bones will build a whole space, space, space for future rights.
Tired of himself, gives a signal.
This night of illusions, this night of propaganda.