Всяка сутрин се будя със птиците
Всяка сутрин ме будят те
Аз знам, че всеки мой ден
Аз знам, че всеки мой ден е последен
Мойте черни коси са черни змии
И отглеждат във мене зли светлини
Рушат се резци, бдят кухини
И бавно се свличат дните от мен
Дай ми
Дай ми в мен море
Дай ми
Дай ми в мен море
Аз гледах как полудява пред очите ми
Време е ръцете да се разпаднат
За никой от двама ни не е изненада, че точно по тия алеи,
покрай тях всички реки пресънаха
Спомням си невинните изблици
През смехът, който продължава повече от колкото трябва
Помня ясно светлините, под които стоеше, когато ми каза,
че май нищо не е наред
и ме погледна така сякаш...
Сякаш не ме виждаше
В града сме в неговата кола, звучи силна музика,
Дисонантни тонове и минорни скали, надявам се така се наричат
Крещи по другите шофьори, но си знаех тогава,
че той е най слабият и виковете ехтят вътре в него,
защото никой не го чува,
няма и да го чуе,
той не дава да бъде чут.
В сухите вени на тоя град
Огледала са всички стени
Нощ няма, а дните безмълвни са
Заковани в познати врати
Щом хорът на вплитане стихне
Само мъртвия вятър свисти
Шипове остри надигат се
И ялов спомен на спомен си ти
Дай ми
Дай ми в мен море
Дай ми в мен море
Искам да зная откъде долитат птиците, шивачи на моята сутрин.
Искам да зная как ветровете се раждат и къде есента си ляга да спи.
Но най ми се иска да разбера, да го почувствам в кръвта,
да ми изпеят стотици девици, да го видя с очите си, просто да знам.
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Every morning I wake up with the birds
They wake me up every morning
I know that every day of my life
I know that every day is my last
My black hairs are black snakes
And they grow evil lights in me
Incisors are collapsing, cavities are observing
And slowly the days slip away from me
Give me
Give me a sea in me
I watched him go nuts before my eyes
It's time for the hands to fall apart
It is no surprise to either of us that right along these alleys,
along them, all the rivers fell asleep
I remember the innocent outbursts
Through the laughter that goes on longer than it should
I clearly recall the lights he was standing under
when he told me that nothing was right and he looked at me like...
As if he didn't see me
We are in the city in his car, loud music is playing,
Dissonant notes and minor scales, I hope that's what they're called
He shouts at the other drivers, but I knew then
that he is the weakest and the shouts echo inside of him,
because no one hears him, will not hear him,
he does not allow himself to be heard
In the dry veins of this city
All the walls are mirrors
There is no night, and the days are silent
Stuck in well-known doors
As soon as the chorus of weaving subsides
Only the dead wind whistled
Thorns sharp rise
And you are a barren memory of a memory
I want to know where the birds come from, the tailors of my morning.
I want to know how the winds are born and where autumn lies down to sleep.
But most of all I want to understand, to feel it in my blood,
to have hundreds of virgins sing to me, to see it with my eyes, just to know…
credits
from Nemesta,
released March 8, 2023
Music and lyrics: Nikola Nikolov
Music: Rosen Petrov
Music: Vasil Brakalov
Music: Zdravko Dochev
Music: Jaklin Dishliev
Saxophone: Christopher Kelly
Accordion: Aleksey Kalinin
Producer: Jesse Gander
Recording: Rain City Recorders
Mixing: Rain City Recorders
Mastering: Rain City Mastering
Mastering engineer: Stuart McKillop
Recording second engineer: Mariessa McLeod
Manager: Tony Schnitter
Booking agent: Nikola Nikolov
Percussion: Barry Higginson
Photographer: Denis Manev
Shout out: Nikolay Marekov, Nasko
Thank you: National Culture Fund Bulgaria
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