Slavic folk gothic rock: dry hand drums, bowed bass, detuned acoustic plucks, choir drones and rising whistle over jagged electric guitars, crashing toms and church bells; breathy close-mic female verses, doubled haunted harmonies and low gang hook responses; slow ominous pulse with a ballad-like lift; reversed swells and cold wind whooshes, dark spacious grainy mix with cold stone-hall reverb.
[Verse 1]
V derevne, gde syrel dym,
Zhyl muzhchina, smeshnoi na vid.
Pil do dna i prosil vsegda,
U soseda — “dai, na raza”.
Smeialsia gromko, khodil legko,
Vsyo khvatil by, chto blizko lezhit.
No v tot den, pod zharkim nebom,
Chto-to tikhоe prišlo k nim.
[Pre-Chorus]
On prisel na staruiu lavku,
Tolko sgonyat zhazhdu v krovi.
I v glaza smotreli lyudi,
Budto den uzhe ne spasti.
[Chorus]
V okamgnovenie — plamya
V okamgnovenie — pylem
Ni kosti, ni kricha,
Tolko chyornii svet na zemle
V okamgnovenie — plamya
V okamgnovenie — pylem
Smekh ego stal voiem
I ugas bez sledov v polе
[Verse 2]
On byl propitan, kak veter,
Vinom, zloboi, dnem bez granits.
Kak tolko prisel к lavke,
Zharkii vozdukh v nyom zasvistal.
I ulybki v derevne srazu
Stali kholodnee travy.
V odin mig, na glazakh u koshki,
On raspalsia bez brynki.
[Pre-Chorus]
Sosedi zakrichali v strakhе,
No uzhe ne bylo chego.
Tolik zola na dorozhke,
Budto nikto ne zhyl tolko chto.
[Chorus]
V okamgnovenie — plamya
V okamgnovenie — pylem
Ni kosti, ni kricha,
Tolko chyornii svet na zemle
V okamgnovenie — plamya
V okamgnovenie — pylem
Smekh ego stal voiem
I ugas bez sledov v polе
[Bridge]
Govorili: “Eto proklyatie,
Eto vodka zabludala v temnote”.
No po vetru vse eshche khodit
Zapakh zharkoi pustoi krovi.
I kogda na zakate smolkla pesnya,
Dazhe pole stalo nemym.
Tolko lavka pod oknom molchala,
Kak svidetel' bez imen.
[Final Chorus]
V okamgnovenie — plamya
V okamgnovenie — pylem
Ni kosti, ni kricha,
Tolko chyornii svet na zemle
V okamgnovenie — plamya
V okamgnovenie — pylem
Smekh ego stal voiem
I ugas bez sledov v polе