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Ha
04:43
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Ha vér üt át az ember ingén, a démon neve Juki.
Ha róka ember hangján szól, a démon neve Gvaisu.
Ha kutya hátracsapja fülét, a démon neve Tájó.
Ha álmunk gonosz, a démon neve Ringecu.
Ha két kígyó egymásra tekeredik, a démon neve Dzsindzu.
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Fructus Belli
06:07
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Trust has left us
And you're the murderous type
So now it's high time
To keep a gun by my side
Drop your guns now
I will find their use
Drop your guns now
Make no excuse
The fruits of the war are plenty
Keep the dogs here by my side
Your kennels are already empty
You're flown away by the tide
Drop your guns now
But don't drop them far
Drop your guns now
Let me tear you apart
The fruits of the war ripen
Already fell on the ground
A mountain of dead heightens
And the scavengers wander around
You take the hand that grips you
You kiss the mouth that eats you
You praise the name that betrays you
While I flourish here in my work
I ride devastating winds
Hear me in the clouds
With a fiery rain
Feel me coming
Brides of Sarajevo hear me coming
Widows of Srebrenica hear me coming
Mothers of Aleppo hear me coming
Sisters of Yazidi hear me coming
Maidens of Mariupol feel me coming
Daughters of Stalingrad feel me coming
Witches of sweet Dresden feel me coming
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Crackling
02:16
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Witnessing a hill
On the other shore
A freezing lake
Just crackling and hissing
Crackling and hissing
Crackling and hissing
Pissing in the river
Is not an option anymore
Faithful to the windy lights
Starless as clear black nights
Teach me how to fight
The lake's uneasy tongue
Language is easy
It won't take long
Just sing me this song
Sing me this song
A lake's quiet tongue
Says don't get me wrong
I'm just crackling and hissing
Crackling and hissing
Pissing in the river
Is not an option anymore
Tell me what you wore
On the day the giants fall
You get yourself naked
They give you you take it
Sentence me to nonsense
Shake me out to curse ends
This path takes to nowhere
The wind cuts the loose there
Now it's your time to crawl
Your tiny mighty crazy sprawl
Might come handy anyway
On this windy shining winter day
Let's just lose another shift
Let's just lose another shift
Sink beneath the icy rift
Sink beneath the icy rift
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Una Rosa y Milton
03:09
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"De las generaciones de las rosas
que en el fondo del tiempo se han perdido
quiero que una se salve del olvido,
una sin marca o signo entre las cosas
que fueron. El destino me depara
este don de nombrar por vez primera
esa flor silenciosa, la postrera
rosa que Milton acercó a su cara,
sin verla. Oh tú bermeja o amarilla
o blanca rosa de un jardín borrado,
deja mágicamente tu pasado
inmemorial y en este verso brilla,
oro, sangre o marfil o tenebrosa
como en sus manos, invisible rosa."
A poem by Jorge Luis Borges
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Time Crystal
03:29
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With their symmetry breaking all the particles are isolated in their own curves. And they continue forever, just spinning and spinning, trapped by a magnetic field of an ancient demon. He keeps them forever in a magic loop, in his deep-frozen smile.
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38 Years
06:22
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"I know all her sounds. Her moans and groans and what they mean. I know what she likes to eat. I know when she's in pain. She may not have known but she knew a mother's love. How many times has she had the last rites? 38 years and a not a single bedsore."
Let the grass fade out. Let clean springs dry out. My body is no longer my home.
"That's a hard thing for a mother to say when her daughter dies. God it's a blessing she went before me. Do you understand? My work is completed now."
Onto your closed eyes spread faint light the moon from above. Trust your shape when you lose the grip.
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Face to the Fence
05:07
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Show your face now baby. Show your face to the fence. There's nothing to lose now. There's always a chance. We are here with you. We hold your hand. No need for fear now. Never lose your stand. The guards are on their sleep now. We'll never leave you alone. We are your guardian angels. Guides to your new home. You have dreamt about it in your deepest sleep. Rivers flow with sweet wine through mountains steep. It's now the darkest hour. You feel lost and cold. Your features are frozen. Face to the fence you behold. You have no family. You have no friends. They are all underground now with no monuments. You've had your share of pain too. You think you suffered enough. With your sixteen years now life seems fucking tough. The soldiers who raped you were too afraid to lose. Those who killed your father. Those who stole your shoes. With the child in your belly you have one last chance. Show your face now baby. Show your face to the fence.
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Sarajevo Blues
03:24
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A swallow lead me flying through the city in flames
I listened to the desperate mother calling out names
Finally I landed on the burning black ground
Watching how these creatures keep running around
The air is stuffed with bullets keeping flying around
The broken bricks and bodies keep hitting the ground
The times a'-never changing just keep cycling round
Cycling round cycling round
Cycling their way under the ground
Cycling round cycling round
In winter Sarajevo pines crackle with frost
The bones underground will be warmer than us
Like shadows passing through shells killing our kids
No one will be there when the next shrapnel hits
For their long way underground
Coming closer to their promised light of the day
It is the reign of charcoal and ash
The reminiscences of fire
In their eyes will glow
An everlasting delay
(Based on Semezdin Mehmedinović's book of the same title)
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