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Aldo Becca - Pendulum
02:01
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Pendolo
Ho spogliato il sacrificio dalla blasfemia
seppellendo ogni sovrannaturalità dei credo
e per difesa disperdo polvere di armi improprie
avallare il comprensibile impossibile ad accettarsi non può essere dovuto
No,
che l'umano si adatti a tutto è una bugia
antievolutiva
———
Pendulum
I stripped the sacrifice from blasphemy,
burying any supernaturality of beliefs,
and in defense I scatter the dust of improper weapons
endorsing the understandable impossible to accept cannot be due
No,
that the human adapts to everything is a lie
anti-evolutionary
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Andreas Brandal - 240222
04:26
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Трансляцiя шоу в реальному часi
Не припиняється в жодному разi
Сучаснi гаджети та супутники
Спрямовують якiсть в картину майбутнього
Але чомусь з якоїсь причини
Це шоу не транслюється в сусiднiй країнi
Гидко навiть про це зараз писати
Дивитись картинку значно простiше
Нiж забезпечувати небо тишею
Чи дiйсно щось таке важливе застосувати
Залiзо беріть, а все iнше, то наше
Це не є аж занадто важливим для НАТО
Дуже стурбованi, переживаємо,
Колекцiю одягу No War запускаємо
Отримані гроші на спецiальний рахунок
Поки Червоний Хрест у вiдпустцi,
Проводимо в сховищах обнадiйливий конкурс,
Як дiти створюють антивоєнний малюнок
Та просто беруть i надсилають бабусi
Тут хтось вiдключив звуки сирени,
Бо дуже пiдступно била по психіці
Облаштували сховище, сходи
Дуже висока цiна свободи
Встигни добiгти до переходу
До лiвого берега просто так не доїхати
Займатись мiнi-координацiєю
Зайвi руки звичайно нам не завадять
Вас не лякають атомнi вибухи?
Бомби касетнi по наших домiвках
Дрiбними перебiжками зiгнувшись бiгати
Нашi мiста не гинуть в руйнацiї
Мiтки на шиферi шукаємо, знаходячи,
Бачимо, що їх залишили голуби
Лiтнiй сусiд сказав, що остаточно лишається
Доброго ранку
Живi
Та тримаємось
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There is no glory-
there are no heroes-
only the bravery of the scared
you who would write a new history on the world
fed at your mothers breast-
but must leave this life -
alone
Every
Thing
Is fleeting
There is nothing to be gained
those myths of strength
and daydreams of conquest result in only
futile
misery
those myths of strength
and daydreams of conquest result in only
futile
misery
There is no glory, there are no heroes, only the bravery of the scared
There is no glory, there are no heroes, only the bravery of the scared
There is no glory, there are no heroes, only the bravery of the scared
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I am Arnold Dreyblatt
an American composer and artist speaking to you from Berlin
I speak to you
I speak to all who are in the internationally recognized territory of Ukraine
of all Nationalities, Religions, Speakers of all languages, to those of all Political and Sexual orientations
to all the homeless, the weak, the defenseless, those on the run, but also those who invade, those seek to destroy
in the name of my own great grandparents who were driven out of what is now the western Ukraine in an earlier time
and those of my family who remained and were murdered in an earlier time
I speak to this contaminated historical landscape I speak because I must speak
I speak because we all must speak
even when our voices seem to be useless
even if we are safe and far from this death and destruction and because we will never have the correct words
we must speak
to demand the end of a senseless murderous war —
our words cannot succeed
our songs, the sounds we make seem helpless
in 1940 as war was raging in Europe, Walter Benjamin wrote:
"The state of emergency in which we live is not the exception but the rule.
We must attain to a conception of history which is in keeping with this insight."
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Go home to mommy
Go home to your girlfriend
Girlfriend is waiting
Putin must die
Putin must die
War is stupid
War is fucking stupid!
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בְּשׁוּב ה' אֶת שִׁיבַת צִיּוֹן הָיִינוּ כְּחֹלְמִים.
ב אָז יִמָּלֵא שְׂחוֹק פִּינוּ וּלְשׁוֹנֵנוּ רִנָּה
אָז יֹאמְרוּ בַגּוֹיִם הִגְדִּיל ה' לַעֲשׂוֹת עִם אֵלֶּה.
ג הִגְדִּיל ה' לַעֲשׂוֹת עִמָּנוּ הָיִינוּ שְׂמֵחִים.
ד שׁוּבָה ה' אֶת (שבותנו) [שְׁבִיתֵנוּ] כַּאֲפִיקִים בַּנֶּגֶב.
ה הַזֹּרְעִים בְּדִמְעָה בְּרִנָּה יִקְצֹרוּ.
ו הָלוֹךְ יֵלֵךְ וּבָכֹה נֹשֵׂא מֶשֶׁךְ הַזָּרַע
———
«Хто сіє у сльозах, з радістю буде жати, іде з плачем, іде, несучи мірку зерна. Повертається додому радий, несучи снопи з собою.» (Пс. 126:5-6).
Мир Україні! Мир Украине ! שלום לאוקראינה ! Peace to Ukraine!
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Derek Baron - Untitled
05:58
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When I was in Khmelnitskyi in 2017
I was put up after my show
at an artists' compound,
sort of residency, retreat
out in the rural area outside the town.
And I had planned on going to
Odessa the next day.
That's where my... some people in my family were from
before they came to New York
around the beginning of the 20th century.
and I wanted to go to Odessa the next day after my show in Khmelnitskyi
So i woke up in the morning and planned on walking
from the compound
which was quite a ways away from anything else
and quite a ways away from the town center
walking from there to the town to get a bus to Odessa.
And then, from Odessa go to Kyiv, where I would play
a final show with WBBB. And
so I started talking out the compound at around 10 in the morning
and walked for a couple of hours
until I got to the place where the country road
met the larger road that joined up at, like, a gas station
that would bring me to Khmelnitskyi
then i would hitchhike on that larger road to Khmelnitskyi
But right at the corner of the country road,
and the larger road,
my friend showed up.
And he said, "You can't go into Khmelnitskyy
to get a bus to Odessa, because we gotta hang out."
And picked me up in the car and drove me back to the compound
where we had been –– where I had been staying, and
Finally got some beers and took them out on this little lake
that was near the compound
And, my friends there took good care of me,
and also gave me the gift of an excuse
to go back to Odessa next time I go.
So, thank you for that.
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Beneath all things
The rooms of crowded
Stale oxygen
Cut deep from stone
Dark fetid wet
Where the screams
Do not escape
Nor can the wind
Of thermobaric bombs
Penetrate
Here children hear the confessions
Of adults in bullet form as
They shed tears for us all.
Mariupol.
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We should all live after.
I want to die after my mom,
I want to tell her it's ok,
I'll put all on my shoulders,
You didn't live in vain.
I want to die for my friends,
Before them,
Before my dogs and cats,
Before my love
Diana,
My brothers in blood and ideals.
I wish to die after war criminals;
i wish this music
can survive,
At least
A freedom lullaby.
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Atrocities of the roost
The luxury of wondering how there can be a slip so far below
Soldiers going to extremes to not feel
You, who have ever been cruel in negligence or intention
For any reason other than self excavated self-defense
You who have lied about it:
Pay careful attention to this landscape
If you have given orders,
You must re-invent yourself now
I am not exempt
Transformed into hisses
Held by whispers
Dissolved existence
Darkening days
Nights anguish twisted
Dreamscapes choke the real with last rites
That try to compensate for those who did not get them
Let's turn to another vision of no roost and no venture
Where big men become something else
Where the rigors of consent found life
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Fabio Orsi - Da Ragazzo
04:40
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"Da ragazzo ho sempre creduto nella rivoluzione ma ora il mondo è apocalittico, doloroso e sempre più brutto. Non ho speranze e non riesco a disegnare nessun mondo ora."
Pier Paolo Pasolini
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Feel lost
Feel insignificant
Please
feels hollow
How
how could I know
the loss
Please
cries for
Please
cries
What could I do
enormous loss
terror
flight
staying
enormous pain
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- one minute early…. I got here one minute early
- dumbfounded and flabbergasted
- high crimes and misdemeanours
- bring me the head of Alfredo Garcia or show me the overalls of Haystack Calhoun at The Piazza Shopping Center on Smith Hill Street in Paisley Scotland
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I'm broken
I'm ruptured
I'm falling
I'm besieged
I'm digging
I'm burying
I'm falling
I'm ruptured
I'm drowning
I'm fractured
...
I'm broken
I'm burning
...
I'm Ukraine
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John Dowd - Nag's Ear
01:52
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Whisper in a nag's ear
What only the dumb brute could bear to hear
U are carrying a coffin
A sainted daughter dead
And her 3 days only wed
U are carrying a coffin
An unborn child and mother drowned
Cannot be buried on hallowed ground
U are carrying a coffin
Man is wicked woman weak
In lust each other seek
U are carrying a coffin
Whisper in a nag's ear
What only the dumb brute could bear to hear
U are carrying a coffin
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Hello hey Putin
Stop bombing
Stop shooting
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Mä kuljen laaksossa vaan
En kukkimaan saa tätä maisemaa
On eessäni virta valkoinen,
Mä sinne pääse en, se mua odottaa
On tuolla kuoleman maa
Se unetkin sairaiksi saa
Veljeksi sut tunnistin
Kun lauloit tän laulusi niin hyvin
Nyt henget muukalaisten
Mun taloissa riehuu ja raivoaa
On pimee ja kostee tää maa
En anteeks voi niille antaa
Pian tuo virta kuljettaa
Meitä ja koko pirun maailmaa
On eessä kuoleman maa
En malttaisi enää odottaa
———
I walk through the valley but
I can't make this landscape bloom
There's a white stream before me.
I can't get there. It is waiting for me
The land of death is over there
It makes even the dreams fall ill
I knew you as my brother
When you sang this song so well
Now the spirits of strangers
Are rampaging and raging in my houses
This land is dark and damp
I can't forgive them
Soon the stream will carry away
us and the whole damn world
The land of death stands before us
It's getting so hard to wait
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KIP - Song #1
10:50
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I’m thinking of you every day,
I’m thinking of you every day,
How you make it from day to day,
I can only imagine, I can’t know how it feels.
There is no winners in the war but you will win.
You are the moral winner right from the beginning.
Stay strong, and stay soft.
Stay strong, and stay soft.
We don’t believe in Putin’s lies we believe in you.
We don’t believe in Putin’s lies we believe in you.
We, each and everyone should send more help to you.
I’m thinking of you every day,
I’m thinking of you every day.
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冬雨过后，万物即将破土而出。谨以此曲献给勇敢的乌克兰人民。
———
After the winter rains, everything is about to break out of the ground. I would like to dedicate this song to the brave people of Ukraine.
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Those who are in Ukraine and defend their freedom,
Those who fight,
Those who won’t or can’t leave their homes,
Those who are there with no food and no medicine
Those who hide in shelters
Those who hear bombs exploding, see people dying,
Those who are volunteers doing what they can,
Those who read poems every night on Fb to support other human beings,
Those who make films documenting murder, homicide, terror and lies
Those who had to flee with their children to Poland and other countries to find shelter
Those who are scared
Those who are dead
Those who are hurt
Those whose families were torn
Those who lost hope
Those couragous
Brave
Those who had to leave but want to go back
Home
Be home
Be safe
Be alive
Be free
In their homes, in their own country, in peace
My heart is with my all Ukrainian friends and with all Ukrainians
Slava Ukraini
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Here under the California sun
the seagulls announcing themselves
I think of my friends, my future friends, and those friends I will never meet in Ukraine
I cannot fathom the destruction here as I walk through Oakland California streets
the myriad lives that are no more
I can’t even think
I’m frozen to feel
It’s Spring, yet….
To all my friends (EVERYONE!) in Ukraine, my heart is with you!
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Pavlo Lisovskyi - Ctrl-Z
00:37
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Я — саксофоніст київської групи Le Cru Павло Лісовський.
В мене два прохання до людей з інших країн.
Перше: зрозумійте, що вся російська культура — література, кінематограф, музика — існує лише для виправдання хворої, збоченої, але живучої ідеї «русского міра».
І друге: підтримайте українську армію. Бо лише збройні сили України в змозі зупинити світову війну, яка вже йде.
———
I am the saxophonist of the Kiev band Le Cru Pavel Lisovskyi.
I have two requests for people from other countries.
First: understand that all Russian culture — literature, cinema, music — exists only to justify the sick, twisted but living idea of the "Russian world".
And second: support the Ukrainian army. For only the armed forces of Ukraine are capable of stopping the world war that is already in progress.
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Kyiv calling to the faraway towns
Now the war is declared
And the battle comes down
Kyiv calling to the whole world
Come out of neutrality
You boys and girls
Kyiv calling
Now don't look at us
Phony putinmania has bitten the dust
Kyiv calling and we ain't got no planes
So clear the sky
Stop the rockets of pain
The iron age is coming
The curtains coming down
Meltdown expected
The wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running
But I have no fear
Cause Kyiv is rising
We live for resistance
Kyiv calling for the NATO zone
Forget it, brother, we can't go it alone
Kyiv calling to the zombies of death
Quit holding putin up
And draw another breath
Kyiv calling and I have to shout
But while we talking
I saw oligarchs slippin out
Kyiv calling and we cannot retreat
We're already home
So Russian ship fuck you
The iron age is coming
The sun is zooming in
Engines stop running
The wheat is growing thin
The nuclear terror
But I have no fear
Cause Kyiv is rising
We live for resistance
Kyiv calling
I was there too
And you know what Moscow said
Well, none of it was true
Kyiv calling at the top of the dial
And after all, this don't you give me an airforce
Kyiv calling
I never felt so much alike
———
The Clash / Beton
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Σπόρος σε καμμένη γη
Είχα οικογένεια
Hμουν γονιός
Είχα γονείς
Hμουν μουσικός
Hμουν γιατρός
Hμουν εργάτης
Hμουν φούρναρης
Hμουν οδηγός
Hμουν αγρότης
Hμουν ψαράς
Hμουν μανάβης
Hμουν ποδηλάτης
Hμουν μπακάλης
Hμουν χασάπης
Hμουν υπάλληλος
Hμουν μάγειρας
Hμουν μαγαζάτορας
Hμουν καφετζής
Hμουν μπάρμαν
Hμουν εστιάτορας
Hμουν Ζωγράφος
Hμουν ποιητής
Hμουν αγγειοπλάστης
Hμουν συγγραφέας
Hμουν φωτογράφος
Hμουν βιβλιοπώλης
Hμουν διακοσμητής
Hμουν αρχιτέκτονας
Hμουν δάσκαλος
Hμουν καπετάνιος
Hμουν ταχυδρόμος
Hμουν ευτυχής
Είχα όνειρα
Είχα ιδέες
Είχα οράματα
Είχα αντοχές
Είχα δύναμη
Είχα ζωή
Είμαι ένας σπόρος σε μια καμένη γη
———
Seed in a scorched land
I had a family
I was a parent
I had parents
I was a musician
I was a doctor
I was a worker
I was a baker
I was a driver
I was a farmerI was a fisherman
I was a greengrocer
I was a cyclist
I was a grocer
I was a butcher
I was an employee
I was a cook
I was a shopkeeper
I was a coffee maker
I was a bartender
I was a restauranteur
I was a painter
I was a poet
I was a potter
I was a writer
I was a photographer
I was a bookseller
I was a decorator
I was an architect
I was a teacher
I was a captain
I was a postman
I was happy
I had dreams
I had ideas
I had visions
I had endurance
I had power
I had life
I am a seed in a scorched land
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Yesterday I climbed up a hill near my home to record this piece, and I chose this particular hill for a reason. At the top there's the remains of an old world war two anti aircraft battery. The guns that were once housed in those concrete bunkers never fired in anger, but the symbolism of the place, not to mention the amazing sonic possibilities of the concrete walls – well it all just seemed somehow appropriate. So I recorded something philosophically trite and moved on with my day. Job done.
Then last night I watched an interview with the man who lost his entire family as they were trying to escape Russian shelling, and the whole horrible event recorded for posterity on camera. There was even an image of his family lying on a pavement that made the front cover of the New York Times. And as I watched this man calmly explain his story, how he'd left his family behind to visit his elderly mother in the east who was ill with COVID, and wasn't able to return. How he'd tracked his wife on google, her last point of contact was a hospital. I watched this, and everything I'd intended to say just dissolved into dust.
I had no words. That one video took them all away.
---
The only thing I can say to fill the void is that, no matter what happens next, please know that what distinguishes us from the monsters that perpetrate these horrors is our understanding of humanity – the very essence of who we are.
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Huomenna pauhu jo vaieta saa
Tänään fotonitorpedot jäävät putkiin
Tänään ei vaiheiset lämpene
Tänään en esitä olevani oikeassa
Tänään paistattelen ystävyyden lämmössä
Tänään avaruussumussa näyttäytyvät eilisen kasvot
kasvot, jonka katseessa maailma oikenee
Tänään romutamme sotalaivat
Tänään uskallan itseäni katsoa
———
Tomorrow the roar will be silenced
Today the photon torpedoes stay in the tubes
Today the phasers will not warm
Today I won't pretend to be right
Today I bask in the warmth of friendship
Today, in the nebula the face of yesterday appears, the face which makes the world get right
Today we scrap warships
Today I dare to look at myself
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This was recorded on the afternoon of April 4th, 2022 in upstate New York
Far from the atrocities and terror facing Ukraine.
Words feel meaningless and hollow
In the face of bombs and missiles.
There is no justification for war.
This music is intended to be an offering to the people of Ukraine in the spirit of peace.
My hope is that together we will find a way to build a new future
Based not on fear and violence, but on love and community.
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Що тут казати? Серце кипить. Душа стогне, плаче. Ненавидить. Цього не було. Було нормально. Жили собі, ходили кудись, щось робили. Порпались. Туди-сюди, туди-сюди... Нормально було, нормально.
Бабах.
Що? Як? Та невже? Та ну! Не може бути! Нормально ж було. Нормально!
Світ став іншим. Страх. Відчай. Лють. Пройшло трохи часу, залишилась тільки лють. Лють позвала рідну сестру — ненавість. Ненавість до всього російського. Вам, блядям, цього ніколи не зрозуміти! Я не можу з собою нічого зробити. Воно тепер так є. Воно тепер так буде. Я розумію, що «там» є нормальні люди. «Там» залишились мої друзї. Багато друзів. Я розумію, що вони потрапили в заручники головного гандона планети. Я розумію, що сам міг би попасти в такі ж обставини. Я не кажу їм виходити на вулицю і лізти в автозаки. Я чекаю від них хоть якогось співчуття. Тут знищують людей. Знищують людей. Знищують. Хоча б якогось співчуття. «Нєт войне» — не варіант. Придумайте трохи більше слів.
З самого початку війни нарахував аж чотирьох. До них питань нема. Троє з них виросли в Україні. Отак. Чекаю. Може будуть ще. А може й ні...
Жили собі, ходили кудись, щось робили. Порпались. Туди-сюди, туди-сюди... Нормально було, нормально...
Вже не так. Живем. Ідем. Робим. Живем на всю, бо не ясно. Ідем, куди треба, бо нема часу. Робим, що робим, бо треба. Так не то, щоб нормально, так чесно.
———
What is there to say? The heart is boiling. The soul groans, cries. Hates. It didn't happen. It was ok. We were living, going out, doing something. Digging our stuff. Back and forth, back and forth... It was ok.
Boom.
What? How? Really? Gosh! No way! It was ok. It was ok!
The world is different now. Fear. Despair. Rage. A little time passed, only rage remained. Rage called for a kindred sister — hatred. Hatred of everything Russian. You fuckers will never understand that! I couldn't help myself. Now it is so. Now it will be like that. I understand that there are normal people there. My friends are still there. Many friends. I understand that they have been taken as a hostages by the world's biggest asshole. I realize that I might have been in the same circumstances myself. I don't tell them to go out on the street and get into the police cars. I just expect them to have some compassion. People are being killed here. They're killing people. Killing. At least some compassion. "No war" is not an option. Come up with a few more words.
I've counted four (friends) since the war began. There are no questions about them. Three of them grew up in Ukraine. There you go. Waiting. Maybe there will be more. Or maybe not...
We were living, going out, doing something. Digging our stuff. Back and forth, back and forth... It was ok....
Not anymore. Living. Walking. Doing. Living to the fullest, because nothing is clear. Going where we need to go because there's no time. Doing what we do because we have to. It's not that it's ok, it's honest.
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Fred i Ukraina er det vi ønsker
Fred ønsker vi i Ukraina
Et fritt Ukraina er det vi ønsker
Et Ukraina som er fritt, der det er fred, der folk kan leve fri og demokratiske liv
Fred i Ukraina er det vi alle vil ha
Peace in the Ukraine is what we want
Peace is what we want for the Ukraine
A free Ukraine is what we want
A Ukraine that is free, where there's peace, where people can live free, democratic lives
Peace in the Ukraine is what we all want
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Instructions for Angels
by Kenneth Patchen
Take the useful events
For your tall.
Red mouth.
Blue weather.
To hell with power and hate and war
The mouth of a pretty girl…
The weather in the highest soul…
Put the tips of your fingers
On a baby man;
Teach him to be beautiful.
To hell with power and hate and war
Tell God that we like
The rain, and snow, and flowers,
And trees, and all things gentle and clean
That have growth on the earth.
White winds.
Golden fields.
To hell with power and hate and war.
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44. |
Tomutonttu - Tomusta
02:24
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A Psalm of David.
27
The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the LORD is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?
When my father and my mother forsake me, then the LORD will take me up.
I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living.
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Ushi Susumu - Stop War
00:47
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戦争を今すぐやめろ
私はウクライナを旅をした ウクライナが大好きだ
私はロシアを旅をした ロシアが大好きだ
となり同士 殺し合うのは もうやめろ
誰も殺されるために生まれてきていない
誰も殺すために生まれてきていない
ロシアの人々よ、平和のための革命を起こせ
どうか戦争をやめさせておくれ
となり同士、手を取り合って行く時だ
戦争を今すぐやめろ
Stop the war right now!
I traveled to Ukraine, I love Ukraine.
I traveled to Russia, I love Russia.
Stop killing neighbours each other anymore!
No one was born to be killed.
No one was born to kill.
Russians, Raise a revolution for peace!
Please stop the war!
It's the time to hold hands neighbours each other.
Stop the war right now!
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47. |
Valerio Cosi - K41
04:49
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Zherbin - Верю в мир
01:33
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Я верю, что наступит мир
Я верю, потому что я видел это
Я слышал музыку, которую вы вместе играли
Я видел ваши радостные лица
Я видел мир.
Далеко не идеальный,
Но стремившийся к свободе, к дружбе.
Может это просто мыльный пузырь, в котором я жил?
Но я верю, потому что я видел своими глазами.
Есть вещи, в которые трудно поверить.
Но я верю.
Верю, что они за всё ответят.
Ответят за Украину,
Ответят за Грузию,
Чечню, Сирию,
Ответят за Россию.
За всё.
———
I believe there will be peace.
I believe because I've seen it.
I've heard the music you played together
I've seen your joyful faces
I have seen peace/world.
Far from perfect,
But striving for freedom, for friendship.
Maybe it's just the bubble I've been living in.
But I believe in it because I've seen it with my own eyes.
There are things that are hard to believe.
But I believe.
I believe that they will answer for everything.
They will answer for Ukraine,
They will answer for Georgia,
Chechnya, Syria,
They will answer for Russia.
For everything.
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