Man I love Russian doomer music that helps me slip further into existencialism and depression. Seriously tho, Molchat Doma is great :) Original meme format by Metallurgy Check his channel out here: / @metallurgy
Russian doomer songs are still a work of art. After all, if, as you say, "I do not understand a single word," but you understand the whole thought thought. For example, I don't understand songs in English, German, etc. But I also understand the thought itself, and the feelings to which they are turned.
You can make it, bud. Russian is indeed a challenging language to learn, even for native speakers (like i am). But you definitely can make a good progress. Я верю в тебя, всё будет хорошо ❤
"Toska" actually means "longing, yearning, missing [someone, something, some place and etc] so much that it's painful". So the "MY HEAART!" is perfect there
from what i remember, _"tosca"_ are an electronica/triphop group from austria who makes great chill-out/atmospheric sample & tape-based instrumental compositions _EDIT: nevermind it's a completely unrelated word_
Идут по заснеженной дороге к малонаселенному городу два человека. Завидев вдалеке квадратные очертания зданий один другого спрашивает: -Видишь там, вдалеке дома? -Дома? Да, вижу. -Знаешь, что они делают? -Что? -Молчат... И поправляет чёрную шапочку, достаёт дешёвую сигарету из мятой и потёртой пачки и долго держит её в руке. Наконец закуривает её, при этом выдохнув дымом: -Молчат...
Думерские песни клевые, но они запечатлевают тоску. Тоску, но не грусть. Проект Der Golem, в особенности композиция Нет, как по мне действительно грустная. Советую ознакомиться
Their songs reflect the depth of the Russian soul, Russian sadness, Russian life. This is a special feeling for those who were born and lived in Russia. This cannot be expressed in words, it can only be felt. And this sadness is not perceived as something heavy, it is perceived as something native. And it stays with you forever. P.S.: I know that the group is from Belarus. But that's not the point. Under the Soviet Union, Belarus was part of Russia, we were all brothers. And these feelings are familiar to Russians and Belarusians. At least because we all speak the same language. Almost all Belarusians know Russian, I think. And anyone who is able to understand what these lines are about understands what I am talking about; (Sorry for my English, I don't speak this language very well, I just wish that other people, from other countries who liked this group, felt this atmosphere at least a little)
I totally agree. There is simply no such thing as jazz in Russia, and never will be. An impressive amount of kindhearted music is made in the states, and yet there is from zero to none in Russia.
As an American these are the songs are listen too while driving home from my shitty job at midnight or laying in ny bed looking at the ceiling at midnight.
Transalate if you have problems: the same things happen to me, I’m Mexican, it’s actually kind of sad how we try to stay on par with the world and god (or if there is a god then it did the same) laughed at us by putting us exactly below U.S.A, the same country that fucked us up so many times before. There are songs that or course everyone can enjoy and read, but there are songs that the world, except us, will never understand the things that are really being said, and the few people who do, they do it because they are either studying the language (and by consequence its people) or really really are interested in Mexico. It’s a bittersweet feeling: feeling lucky to have such a beautiful and tragic history, one such unique and particular that, no matter how much you try, it feels like putting into words what has basically been YOUR WHOLE LIFE is impossible, I could make entire collection of poems based on just the things I’ve seen/felt when going out to the store for tortillas, I could make entire books about the things I saw growing up ( born in 2003, got to live the infamous “Mexico 2006-2012 era” it was that bad) and how it affected me or affected the way I think, I could spend hours and hours just talking about a particular historical event and how I feel about it, because I know I’ve had a lifetime to reflect and understand about my country and the life in it, sometimes that others simply did not (obviously, they don’t live here lol). In the end, I feel like an idiot, because knowing myself the difficulty of it, I still try to put into words my country, and I still try to convey the complexity of our art in a way everyone can enjoy, it’s borderline impossible, but someone has to do it.
Это не совсем верно, он не рад. Он удивился, что от расставания ему стало хорошо, и если она уйдет совсем, он не почувствует ничего, он не видит преград, он говорит слова полного безразличия, а также говорит ,, лучше убей сама себя. 2 версия говорит о том, что он пытается оттолкнуть её от себя, специально говоря обидные слова, чтоб она ушла от него и больше не возвращалась. Причина этому понимание того что ей будет плохо с ним, и поэтому не смотря на то, что он любит её говорит ей это желая ей более лучшего будущего
На вторую версию намекает название песни тоска, по-моему это слово не переводится на английский. Слово тоска сложно объяснить, это хорошие воспоминания о месте или человеке приправленное грустью нынешнего положения, а также не возможности вернуться в туда. Или же это воспоминание о прошлой жизни, но от которого тебе одновременно и грустно и хорошо.
Sudno gives of the type of vibe where you tell you're friends to go on while you hold the enemies back hence making a final stand while making time for your friends to escape
i'm feeling the strong urge to just animate this audio and make the animation look like that mikumiku playlist animation, but the problem is that i can't tween :(
Please, explain me, how the poem with such words as "Взглянуть в глаза и разрыдаться и никогда не умереть", which literally means in English "I want to look at her eyes. I want to cry. I never want to die". How it can be about $uicide? It's about a terminally ill person in the hospital, who doesn't want to end up this way.
@@nawumchik @Виктор Драгунчик I had heard somewhere that the poem was about $uicide, but I wasn't too sure if it was accurate (hence the use of iirc) But i learned something today from your explanation, so thank you
Как бы вы не старались вы всё равно будите бесконечно далеки от понимания песен ведь только человек запертый в заснеженных коробках из года в год переживающий мрак зимы домов пустых ожиданий и мрачных рассветов у которого жизнь начинается со снегопада и взгляда бездонных улиц словно пропасть ты погружаешься туда а дома давят на тебя своим молчаливым взором будто навсегда застывшие в безмолвном смирение и ничего так не пугает как безнадёжность зимних ночей когда лишь тепло таких песен может согреть ведь мы не одиноки они всегда смотрят..и молчат)
We're entering the zone with Firelake music: Against the ionized odds(acoustic and original) Dirge for the planet(in-game and original) Fighting unknown and Live to forget
I remember having sudno while watching some videos of the Ukrainian Conflict and the Yemen civil war, seeing all of that dead people corpeses and violations to the human rights really hit me hard and now every time i hear that song i just see all of that suffering and sadness... Am pretty sure ive seen the worst of the human being at this point and this song remembers me to that place. Ive learned a lot from this but i dosent know if it was worth it
Btw, building on one of their album covers, the upside down one from Этажи, is actually real as you see it (just a bit stretched) and it's called hotel panorama located in northern Slovakia.
I need to sleep, but... Well, translation of texts in this video, enjoy :D Sudno (vessel): enamelled vessel Window, table, bed Live here is hard and uncomfortable But comfortable to die... (Redacted: two last strings, from "Live" to "die" is missing in that video, I added them for making sense with previous lines) Prozhon (actually its a Prognoz/forecast, i know that this guy know it, just saying this): Last dream on a sky near of our stars... Toska (yearning/melancholy, idk how to name this word with same sense on English): I will be glad to lose you I see no barriers when there is one when you left... ("why so good, melancholy?" is next line that make sense with previous, but we cannot hear it in this video) Tancevat (dance): I'm sorry that I can't dance I can't dance... Volny (waves): No words, but this song actually have text ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Kletka (cage) Downstairs the stairwell Through forgotten notes on a walls...
