When I had heard his voice for the first time, together with the melodic guitar, I asked who it was.
''It is the Chechen Justin Bieber''.
Everyone listens to him or else knows him. Great singer and poet.
The one thing I appreciate in Eastern Europe, is that regardless of your ideals and religion, that you can find people listening to beautiful music - whether from who you deem enemies or friends.
At least here I can play playlists of songs of Carl Orff's composition of Carmina Burana, followed by German NS metal 'Nordglanz', with the next song to be relating to a struggle of a people nothing to do with our collective memory.
Timur Mucuraev wrote:
Life in a moment pass, not to go back Day the sky will light his last sunset, Remember the past,and you're not happy Thought as a sharp knife there is no going back. No turning back, whatever you did not, You don't say,because there is a limit, All that you lost,we can no longer find No turning back,whispers the voice in the night. You left all alone you left all alone In a long scary night A whirlwind of life's storms,all beckons back, No turning back all night stops. No turning back,all that you don't have time You don't say,because there is a limit All that you lost, we can no longer find No turning back, whispers the voice in the night You left all alone you left all alone In a long scary night A whirlwind of life's storms all beckons back No turning back all night stops. Many sad thoughts,and worries and concerns Shaking head and fog issues, In our short life will not help much to understand As sometimes cruel with us fate, How cruel fate that parted me from you, Someone in the abyss will fall, who rises to Parnassus And for all the failures and victories, All will come the hour's come the hour, The hour when the light fades, the soul is full of sadness But all are not refund The night sky finish, the star parade You left all alone no turning back. How cruel fate parted me from you Someone in the abyss will fall, who rises to Parnassus And for all the failures and victories All will come this hour, all W that hour will be The hour when the light fades, the soul is full of sadness But all are not refund The night sky will finish your star parade You left all alone no turning back No turning back all the old is gone, And you're not happy, I realized you all over, All left in the dark ages, faded into the dark, Burns fire, burns the fire Life is fraught with the joy of life, worldly All will rot with you Night you will spend through hundreds of obstacles, But forget about single no turning back, No turning back, whatever you did not, You don't say because there is a limit, All that you lost we can no longer find No road back whispering voice in night, You left all alone you left all alone In a long scary night A whirlwind of life's storms all beckons back No turning back all night stops.
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The knight of my people writes a book Chained in a faraway land And he sends it to his faithful love Under the walls of white city
Oh my love, fairy of my eye Days go by, year passed away since you're not by my side And since brothers betrayed me
They judge me because I love my own I love the most, and because I defended What's most precious for me Enemies judge me, my love But they don't know that the truth is deep water
Oh dear children, flutter my branches Remember what I'm saying to you Who doesn't love and doesn't take care of its own Won't see God's face
They judge me because I love my own I love the most, and because I defended What's precious for me Enemies judge me, my love But they don't know that the truth is deep water
Serbs are better comedians than warriors. The tone and lyrics of their music are too funny and happy sounding for a war song, almost laughed myself to tears listening to them. Then again, making a light/laughing matter of the death of your enemies can definitely be useful psychologically in softening the enemy and hardening your own group.
Love, let me home to my mother Love, let me home to my mother Darling, let me home to my mother
Love, let me home to my mother I only came for the cattle. It was only last night That I heard that my love was herding And though you found me at the perimeter of the cattle fold Love, let me home as you found me. I was clambering up the dykes And descending the ridges When a friendly lad met me And he did not enforce his friendship on me. Though you were to give me cattle and sheep Though you were to give me tethered horses Though you were to give me that and men Love, let me home as you found me. My mother and father will chastise you My clan and my relatives will chastise you But my three brothers will kill you If I don’t return home as I came. My mother promised me a gown Decorated with the newest of ribbons And she promised me a new plaid If I return home the way you found me.
Folk song about a young girl who found love. A modern young woman probably wouldn't understand the behavior of the girl in this song, since dowries used to be common place. In return for family taking responsibility for you, you gave up some autonomy. Successful fathers would listen to the preferences of their daughters and behave cohesively as a family unit.
With the 'liberation' of feminine sexuality also came the rejection of paternalism. The discovery of the unnecessity of paternalism turned it into an 'opppresive evil' over only a few generations. Given that paternalism was practiced for thousands of years, modern women (in the name of sterile and hypermasculine justice) are now either vain or unfulfilled. There is no longer a need for feminine behavior if there is no longer a need for masculine behaviors.
Dealing with this reality, women are subject to a schizophrenia that results from the state depending upon feminine support while simultaneously pushing for the destruction of masculinity for the sake of security. Money, being the most sterile representation of political power, becomes a warping sexless nexus of all human and social value. With the death of female investment in culture from abandoning the paternal family, money and the institution it represents becomes the replacement. Every human being is turned into a literal whore. Females now are paternalized by bankers, capitalists and even ethnic foreigners who dole out and control the flow of cash, instead of by their own biological fathers.
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