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If you don’t exist
Can you be outside of yourself?
The moon is full
It lights my way back home.
If you don’t really care
Then how d’you know what's wrong?
The moon is full
It lights my way back home.
I feel I’m breaking out
In a cold cold sweat
As I get close to the strangest place on Earth.
They say balance is all you need,
I need less advice to keep it then.
Just like every city freak
I feel the pressure I can’t sustain.
I wish I was the man I trust.
The tiny glimpses of inner joy
Lead my thoughts towards the past.
Seems like nothing good, little boy.
And I feel I’m breaking out
In a cold cold sweat
As I get close to the strangest place on Earth.
The moon is full
It lights my way back home.
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Stars Beyond Us
04:39
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This city seems abandoned,
It blesses its sons and daughters.
I’m diggin’ a hole through the planet
To show you there are stars beyond us.
This city asks for a minute
To remind me I’m a possession.
Will I miss it if I leave it?
For now I leave it as a hanging question.
My friends don’t bother to call me back,
I took my father’s chain off a neck.
Would you put me back if I fall?
Won’t you go away and shut the door?
I know that all I see is not everything.
I’m waiting for the summer,
I hope you’ll understand,
I may no longer go with you.
You missed all the boring pages,
16 floor blocks on the outskirts.
Do you feel that essential strangeness
When you shy away from the darkness?
Yeah, in a while it all becomes distasteful,
Day after day you don’t feel the difference.
But when you feel that your time’s being wasted
You don’t ask to repeat the experience
My friends don’t bother to call me back,
I took my father’s chain off a neck
Would you put me back if I fall?
Won’t you go away and shut the door?
I know that all I see is not everything.
I’m waiting for the summer,
I hope you’ll understand,
I may no longer go with you.
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Voda
04:19
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Будь як вода - говорили вони із зонтом в руках.
Ніхто з них не дихав вогнем, як був колись, давно вже затлів.
Їхні серця поросли мохом, північ з кожної сторони.
Пил мертвих слів осів на їх вустах.
Він знав, що світ сам знайде стежку до серця його уві сні.
Будь як вода - говорили вони і сміялись вслід.
Старанно завчили слова, ніколи не дізнавшись їх зміст.
В кожному з нас зерно - ти сам собі земля чи пісок,
В кожному з нас, ти сам собі диявол і бог.
Він знав, що світ сам знайде стежку до серця його уві сні.
Старість прийшла і вони молилися кожну ніч.
Їх мучив страх, спрага не давала їм сну.
Хто став як вода - брав з дощів і віддавав солоним морям.
Зникав і знову падав із неба, сильніший від усіх.
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Northern Light
03:02
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You always have more dreams than time
So you don’t wait for a second chance
To set your heart on fire
That’s the only thing that breaks.
Your mental make-up makes you so desensitised,
The music in a club became so lame.
You need a similar pill
For different sorts of pain.
Now you can fill me up with your thoughts
How to fill the space in between
What we got and what we want.
Are there any chances to win the war with everything?
It took a little bit more time than I thought
To recover from your master plan.
You'll always have your place
In the dead parts of my brain.
Now you can fill me up with your thoughts
How to fill the space in between
What we got and what we want.
Are there any chances to win the war with everything?
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Promised Land
03:42
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When there’s no one around I’m afraid of myself.
I’m standing in front of the rusty gates to the promised land.
But there’s no need to be sad, nothing forced me to leave.
Someone considers home at the parent’s house, mine is at the wheel. Keep it moving or keep it still,
You just keep it still.
Even if one day you will stem the tide,
One thing you should learn - an ocean’ll always be stronger than you are. It will strike back when you go too far, when you go too far.
I stroll along the crowded street,
I try to smile - they don’t engage. And I feel that I just don’t fit
To this thing they call a modern age.
But then you let yourself
Be tired of walking, be tired of talking,
Be tired of not being able to be the one you wanted to be when you were a kid.
So you take a boat
For a couple of hours
To see the shores and the distant islands.
They won’t define the thing they will teach you,
You always have someone ahead, someone you never reach.
Everything is happening on the slopes
But you don’t have any sides if you don’t have a top
To see where you were coming from.
When there’s no one around I’m afraid of myself.
I’m standing in front of the rusty gates to the promise land.
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Tam Niczoho Nema
03:06
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Він доплив до самісінького дна
І відкрив що ховає глибина -
Там нічого нема.
Він літав там, де небо має смак
І пізнав те, що знає кожен птах -
Там нічого нема.
Він знайшов де кінчається Земля,
Він дійшов до абсолютного нуля -
Там нічого нема.
Скільки людей він зустрічав і проводжав?
Він мав ключі від всіх дверей і їх по черзі відкривав -
Там нічого нема, там нічого нема.
Він присів на край найвищої гори
І зрадів - навколо жодної стіни.
Все, що є в нас - це тільки ми.
Все, що є в нас - це тільки ми.
Все, що є в нас - це тільки ми.
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7. |
The Wind in My Wings
04:11
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I shuffle my feet and catch the first rays of morning sun,
It peels off the layers of dirt from my troubled mind.
The things she must unlearn are the things I would rather choose.
The lie can be strong but it will never become the truth,
Unless it is.
She says her loneliness’s so pure, can’t be mixed with anything,
But every farewell draws a wrinkle on her skin.
Does it make you sad?
Like the sound of a last train leaving,
Like the sound of a mother crying,
Like the sound of desert praying for the sun.
I got tears in my eyes, I got blood on my fist,
I got rust on my strings, but I got the wind in my wings.
Her loneliness’s so pure, can’t be mixed with anything,
Though every farewell draws a wrinkle on her skin.
Does it make you sad?
Like the sound of no fucks given,
Like the sound of a father crying,
Like the sound of desert praying for the sun,
I got tears in my eyes, I got blood on my fist,
I got rust on my strings, but I got the wind, yeah,
I got the wind in my wings.
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8. |
Yakori / True Detective
04:50
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Дозволь мені не знімати ярлики із наших спільних друзів.
Вони повільно помирають від нудьги на вічній злітній смузі.
Нічний сеанс, порожній і холодний зал, поганий фільм в самому центрі міста. Чи ти колись дивилась серіал у ролі сценариста?
Тут так багато якорів - нема де стати.
Коли так потрібні ті слова - нема де взяти.
Ти і я з’явилися на світ у колисці вітру
І задихаємось майже в унісон у брудному повітрі.
Не дивуйся, часто люди роблять речі просто так, без жодного мотиву. Чи ти колись дивилась серіал про справжніх детективів?
Тут так багато якорів - нема де стати.
Коли так потрібні ті слова - нема де взяти.
Тут так багато якорів - нема де стати.
Коли так потрібні ті слова - нема де.
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Postman Kyiv, Ukraine
Postman, given name Kostiantyn Pochtar, is a Ukrainian musician, multi instrumentalist, singer, and songwriter who splits
his life between Kyiv and Wroclaw. Postman represents the wave of Ukrainian music that emerged after the 2013-2014 Revolution of Dignity. Although his main influences come from the 60's, his music is modern city folk at its finest.
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