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All songs composed and performed by Vialka; except for Daddy Lolo (Ganim's Asia Minors), Szomorú Vasárnap (Rezső Seress/László Jávor), Ой мороз (Russian traditional), The Squadron/Отряд не заметил потери бойца (Егор Летов, translation by Szarapow), and the lyrics to קופים מחורבנים (Haruki Murakami, translation located by Victor Levin). Recorded at Les Forges in December 2010 by Nico Poisson, who also provided backing vocals and the saz solo on "Daddy Lolo". Vialka is Marylise Frecheville (percussion and voice) and Eric Boros (baritone guitar and voice). Design and layout by Alex Vorodeyev.
via-010 / s.k.-7
Petit Mot
Sleep well, my little bird, sleep.
Sleep well, my wounded bird.
Sleep well, my little bird, sleep.
What happened, what happened, tell me what happened, tell me, tell me
What happened, what happened, tell me what happened, tell me, tell me
Tell me what happened, tell me what happened, tell me, tell me
Tell me what happened.
Tell me what happened, tell me, tell me, tell me what happened.
Sleep well, my little bird, sleep.
Sleep well, my wounded bird.
Sleep well, my little bird, sleep.
Fly, fly, little word.
Daddy Lolo
Daddy lolo daddy lolo, lolo,
This is oriental rock and roll, oh!
Daddy lolo daddy lolo, lolo,
Turn around step out and do the solo,
Daddy lolo daddy lolo, lolo,
Hand in hand you dance and kick your toe,
Daddy lolo daddy lolo, lolo,
Rock and roll in oriental tempo.
Partout & Nulle Part
Le rat se faufile dans ma chambre,
Il va grignoter
Mes bouchons d'oreille.
Le bruit me reveille!
N'importe où et nulle part,
J' ai posé le pied,
Je vais bondir
Sur l'avenir en Shamallow,
Equilibre instable.
Partout où j'attéris,
Je danse, je ris, je chante,
Avant de dormir.
Partout on me consumme
Energie renouvelable.
Je n'oublie pas la ville
Où j'ai grandi
Je n'oublie pas les cons,
Et les amis,
Mais nullepart je ne m'ancrerai,
Le vide a aspiré…
Le sol ou j'ai posé le pied.
Szomorú Vasárnap
Szomorú vasárnap száz fehér virággal
Vártalak kedvesem templomi imával
Álmokat kergető vasárnap délelőtt
Bánatom hintaja nélküled visszajött
Azóta szomorú mindig a vasárnap
Könny csak az italom kenyerem a bánat...
Szomorú vasárnap
Utolsó vasárnap kedvesem gyere el
Pap is lesz, koporsó, ravatal, gyászlepel
Akkor is virág vár, virág és - koporsó
Virágos fák alatt utam az utolsó
Nyitva lesz szemem hogy még egyszer lássalak
Ne félj a szememtől holtan is áldalak...
Utolsó vasárnap
קופים מחורבנים
אי-שם, הרחק הרחק, ישנו אי מחורבן. אי ללא שם. אי שלא שווה שיקראו לו בשם. אי מחורבן עם צורה מחורבנת. באי המחורבן הזה גדלים אגוזי קוקוס שמפיצים ריח מחורבן. על העצים חיים קופים מחורבנים שאוהבים לאכול את אגוזי הקוקוס המחורבנים ואחר כך לחרבן את החרא הכי מסריח בעולם. החרא נופל על הארץ ונערם בערמות מחורבנות, שמחרבנות עוד יותר את העצים המחורבנים שגדלים עליהן. מעגל קסמים אינסופי.
Ой, мороз, мороз
Ой, мороз, мороз,
Не морозь меня,
Не морозь меня,
Моего коня.
Моего коня
Белогривого
У меня жена
Ой, ревнивая.
У меня жена,
Ой, красавица,
Ждёт меня домой,
Ждёт печалится.
Я вернусь домой
На закате дня,
Обниму жену,
Напою коня.
Напою коня
Да прилягу спать.
Не моги мороз
Казака пугать.
Разожгу в печи
Пламя жаркое.
У моей жены
Губы сладкие.
Ой, мороз, мороз,
Не морозь меня,
Не морозь меня,
Моего коня.
Footage Of An Uproar
I knew it was going to be loud
like watching someone scream
Security comes through and kicks them out
faster than you can say "collision"
You wonder if you've made the right decision
I can say without hesitation:
you're special and unique, now please stop
we are wasting our youth together
We must confront our assumptions, and forget about about virtuosic masturbation
Music is only clever manipulation of tones and rhythmic changes
Music is only clever dilapidation of tones with reassuring lyrics
Music is almost clever manipulation of tones and rhythmic changes
Music is almost clever dilapidation of tones with reassuring lyrics.
The Squadron (Отряд не заметил потери бойца)
Silly little fly was burning on a candle
Burning the small fry, smoke that is so tender
Little star has fallen into the puddle by the steps
The squadron did not notice the fallen fighter
The dead one did not live, the sick's not kicked the bucket
The seer was not blind, the sleeper is still tucked in
Merry beating brave hearts (in morse code would tell)
The squadron did not notice the fallen fighter
No-one was more dear, no-one was more pretty
No-one was more pained, no-one was more happy
There was no beginning and there was no end
The squadron did not notice the fallen fighter