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EDVARD KSTROPF "Danger"
05:20
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A TOBIE BOZE POGROZE NOZEM
Plochliwe owce biegna z kata w kat.
Siedzimy w domach, przed ekranami.
Wylewa sie z nich gesta maz.
Usuwa sie grunt pod nogami.
Slucham wiadomosci- od czytania
Pekaja mi zyly w oku.
Tam ciagle zmieniaja sie zasady gry.
Niepokoj.
Informacje skraplaja sie
W czarna ciecz. Czekamy.
I tak nie ma gdzie isc.
Przyzwyczajam sie do stalej zmiany.
A tobie boze pogroze nozem.
A tobie boze pogroze nozem.
A tobie boze pogroze nozem.
A tobie boze pogroze nozem.
WAVING MY KNIFE AT GOD
Timid sheep trotting back and forth.
We’re stuck at homes, glued to the screens
With the cloggy mire that’s pouring out
We are left completely at sea
I listen to the news, ‘cos if I read
I immediately start seeing red.
The rules of play, they are a-changin’.
I feel dread.
All information is condensed
Into a black liquid. We wait.
There’s nowhere to go anyway.
I’m getting used to constant change.
I’m waving my knife at God
I’m waving my knife at God
I’m waving my knife at God
I’m waving my knife at God
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ZLE OkO "Kikimora"
04:35
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KIKIMORA
Gdy przejdzie ciezarna miedzy dwoma brzemiennymi,
Urodzi sie zmora!
Urodzi sie zmora!
Gdy zajrzy przez okno, to zada ci koltun
I spojrzy zlym okiem
I dziecko podmieni.
Garbata starucha gdzies na skraju lasu,
Wysiaduje jajek piec:
A w jednym jest krew, ktora wrozy wojne,
W drugim grad,
W trzecim piasek,
W czwartym robaki
A w piatym deszcz.
Z reguly kobieta i najczesciej stara,
Prawie zawsze brzydka, potargana.
Plodu sie pozbyla, wyjela go se sama.
Teraz patrzy na ciebie nieruchomym wzrokiem.
Chowa sie za brzoza, wychodzi z za olchy,
Mruczy Zmoras Mario i rodzi nastepne.
Odmienca dziwnego, co chodzi w sukience.
Odmienca dziwnego, co chodzi w sukience.
Odejdz Kikimoro! - poczynie znak krzyza!
Odejdz Kikimoro! - co dziecko zabilas!
Odejdz Kikimoro! - podmienilas mi syna!
Mial pomagac ojcu, a w sukience chodzi.
KIKIMORA
If a woman in the family way passes between two pregnant ones,
she’ll give birth to a ghoul!
she’ll give birth to a ghoul!
If she peeks into your home, she’ll tangle up your hair
She’ll look at you with her evil eye
And leave a changeling instead of your child.
A hunchbacked old witch on the forest’s edge
Is sat there brooding her clutch of five eggs:
In the first one, there’s blood, which always spells war
In the second one, there’s hail
In the third one, sand
In the fourth one, worms
And in the fifth one, rain.
It’s usually a woman, she’s most often old
Almost always ugly, with her hair forlorn
She got rid of the foetus, took it out on her own,
And her unmoving gaze is now fixed on you.
Hiding behind the birch, beneath the alder she lurks,
Mumbling her Ghoul Marys, giving birth to another
A weird changeling wearing a dress.
A weird changeling wearing a dress.
Be gone, Kikimora! – observe the Holy Cross!
Be gone, Kikimora! – evil child murderess!
Be gone, Kikimora! – the witch who stole my son!
Instead of helping father, there he is in a dress.
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ZŁE OKO Oslo, Norway
Feminoise // drone // punk.
Oslo / Warszawa
Upcoming
concerts:
--> 10.05.24 ADA, Warszawa, PL
-->11.05.24 ROZBRAT,
Poznan, PL
--> 05.07.24 Hradby Samoty Festival,
Bratislava, SL
--> 19-22.09.24 Berlin, DE, TBA
Szczecin PL, TBA
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