Глотая дым, объявляя войну разуму. Призывает нас на ложе чугунном дурман. В изумрудном сне вижу беларуский стол. В тишине ума слышу беларуский стол. Глас владыки разгонит сон - сменить спешит холод росы на жар очага. Пора в дорогу...
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Swallowing smoke, declaring a war on the mind. We're being summoned by and beckoned by a remedy on an iron bed. In an emerald dream I see Belarusian feast. In the silence of the mind I hear Belarusian feast. Voice of an overlord will drive away the slumber - he's quick to trade the coldness of dew to the heat of hearth. It's time to hit the road...
One of the most beloved post-hardcore albums of the ’10s gets a long-overdue remix and remaster just in time for its tenth anniversary. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 25, 2024