@@Velesar No i walnęliście Zmorą na koniec!!! Na to czekałem kurczowo uczepiony barierek zbierając na plecy łomot z młyna. Jesteście gigantami!!! Dzięki za ciary i moc. Oczywiście widzimy się w Brnie🤘🖤🔥🤘
Very old school in a good way, fantastic song. Wish some of you guys could also translate the lyrics into English. The only thing I understood was do not be a naive something. I can make out individual words at times, because of the similarities in many Slavic languages. Anyway, very nice song!
Thank you very much! Generally, that was the point (and not only in this case) for the song to sound like old school. Lots of bands try to force something new and then that sounds awful. When it comes to translating our texts into English, it is very difficult. First of all, because we often use old Polish words that have no English equivalents. It's the same with names of gods, Old Slavic holidays and rituals or creatures from Slavic legends. For example: "Zmora" can be translated as "Nightmare". But it's not exactly the same... But especially for you, we will try to translate this text (using a translator). It will be a loose translation, with no rhymes. 😁 NIGHTMARE I'm waiting in the cemetery silence In the abyss of eternal dreams At night, when no one hears, I am opening an old grave Don't count on human help Don't count on spell and clergy Nothing can stop the Nightmare When she goes into the night to feed I don't care about your existence purpose Peasant or king - I want your blood! The throne and purse are irrelevant When I quietly pass the door! Sometimes in a drunken sight You'll see my shadow somewhere And then you are sure - This is your last day You can cover windows In belief that you will hide Don't be naive, you idiot! I'll find you anyway... I don't care about your existence purpose Peasant or king - I want your blood! The throne and purse are irrelevant When I quietly pass the door! A living dead, a cursed devil - it strangles people at night, takes their breath away Kikimore, striga, evil... a thousand names - one death... Willow bark, a wraith's tooth, A bit of a toadstool... Mix left, add venom - The stock is brewed... Hanged man's rope, coffee grounds, Nail and hammer under the pillow - These are the old woman's ways! They won't save you... PS.: The last stanza is very difficult to translate logically because it's such a rhyme (here the inspiration was a children's rhyme appearing in films from series "A Nightmare on Elm Street) and besides, these are old Slavic ways to overcome and get rid of the Nightmare. Greetings from Poland!
Zmora = Night Spook/ ghost / nightmare but as a physical monster "I wait at grave-ly silence in the abyss of eternal dreams at night when no one can hear i'll open the ancient grave don't count on human's help don't count on magic or priests nothing can stop the "nightmare" when it depart for a feast/hunt Somewhere (up my ass*) I have your goal of living peasant of king, I demand your blood! throne or pathway are meaningless when I silently pass by doors sometime at passed spectre/illusion you'll see my shade/shadow that's when you will be certain that it's your final day you may cover your windows believing you can hide away don't be gullible, idiot i'll still find you there Somewhere (up my ass*) I have your goal of living peasant of king, I demand your blood! throne or pathway are meaningless when I silently pass by doors ~living dead is cursed ~chokes at night ~removes your breath ~kiki-mora, strigoi, he-evil (satan) ~thousand names, all same death willow's bark, spook's (vampire*) fang, a piece of mushroom (deathcap?) mix it right(clockwise), add some venom, the brew is boiling up hangman's rope, dirt from coffee, nail and hammer under pillows those are methods of ye old hag yet they won't save you
Czekamy, czekamy!
Pełna profeska, muzycznie zajebiście, a wizualnie jestem pod wrażeniem jakości i dopracowania!
Zajebiste 🤩
ten czarno biały teledysk ma zajebisty urok i zacny klimat robi
Dlatego jest czarno-biały ;)
Kochamy wasze piosenki ❤️❤️❤️
dzięki!
Krásný song i videoklip! Sláva vám a pozdrav z Moravy!! 🇨🇿💀
Sláva! 😈
Świetny kawałek, super klimat 🤘
Dzięki wielkie! 😁
Super. Super wykonanie
AAAAAAAARGHHHH!!!
Do zobaczenia w Brennej już za tylko 12 dni!
O tak!
@@Velesar No i walnęliście Zmorą na koniec!!! Na to czekałem kurczowo uczepiony barierek zbierając na plecy łomot z młyna. Jesteście gigantami!!! Dzięki za ciary i moc. Oczywiście widzimy się w Brnie🤘🖤🔥🤘
Niestety, w połowie koncertu dowiedzieliśmy się, że musimy kończyć. Ale udało nam się jeszcze zagrać "Zmorę".
Do zobaczenia w Brennej, Sława
widzimy się!
Mi się podoba :)
No i o to chodzi! :)
Super. Gratulacje!
🔥🔥🔥
Super klimat ‼️ 🤘🏻
super!
I to mi się podoba.
Ogień Coś Pięknego ♥️😘🤘🔥
coś pięknego!
Kozackie 👍
Allright....this band is great...
Thank you! :)
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@@pwarnau 🔹🎃🔪
Dlaczego nie na wielkich scenach ?
Very old school in a good way, fantastic song. Wish some of you guys could also translate the lyrics into English. The only thing I understood was do not be a naive something. I can make out individual words at times, because of the similarities in many Slavic languages. Anyway, very nice song!
Thank you very much! Generally, that was the point (and not only in this case) for the song to sound like old school. Lots of bands try to force something new and then that sounds awful. When it comes to translating our texts into English, it is very difficult. First of all, because we often use old Polish words that have no English equivalents. It's the same with names of gods, Old Slavic holidays and rituals or creatures from Slavic legends. For example: "Zmora" can be translated as "Nightmare". But it's not exactly the same... But especially for you, we will try to translate this text (using a translator). It will be a loose translation, with no rhymes. 😁
NIGHTMARE
I'm waiting in the cemetery silence
In the abyss of eternal dreams
At night, when no one hears,
I am opening an old grave
Don't count on human help
Don't count on spell and clergy
Nothing can stop the Nightmare
When she goes into the night to feed
I don't care about your existence purpose
Peasant or king - I want your blood!
The throne and purse are irrelevant
When I quietly pass the door!
Sometimes in a drunken sight
You'll see my shadow somewhere
And then you are sure -
This is your last day
You can cover windows
In belief that you will hide
Don't be naive, you idiot!
I'll find you anyway...
I don't care about your existence purpose
Peasant or king - I want your blood!
The throne and purse are irrelevant
When I quietly pass the door!
A living dead, a cursed devil - it strangles people at night, takes their breath away
Kikimore, striga, evil... a thousand names - one death...
Willow bark, a wraith's tooth,
A bit of a toadstool...
Mix left, add venom -
The stock is brewed...
Hanged man's rope, coffee grounds,
Nail and hammer under the pillow -
These are the old woman's ways!
They won't save you...
PS.: The last stanza is very difficult to translate logically because it's such a rhyme (here the inspiration was a children's rhyme appearing in films from series "A Nightmare on Elm Street) and besides, these are old Slavic ways to overcome and get rid of the Nightmare.
Greetings from Poland!
Zmora = Night Spook/ ghost / nightmare but as a physical monster
"I wait at grave-ly silence
in the abyss of eternal dreams
at night when no one can hear
i'll open the ancient grave
don't count on human's help
don't count on magic or priests
nothing can stop the "nightmare"
when it depart for a feast/hunt
Somewhere (up my ass*) I have your goal of living
peasant of king, I demand your blood!
throne or pathway are meaningless
when I silently pass by doors
sometime at passed spectre/illusion
you'll see my shade/shadow
that's when you will be certain
that it's your final day
you may cover your windows
believing you can hide away
don't be gullible, idiot
i'll still find you there
Somewhere (up my ass*) I have your goal of living
peasant of king, I demand your blood!
throne or pathway are meaningless
when I silently pass by doors
~living dead is cursed
~chokes at night
~removes your breath
~kiki-mora, strigoi, he-evil (satan)
~thousand names, all same death
willow's bark, spook's (vampire*) fang, a piece of mushroom (deathcap?)
mix it right(clockwise), add some venom, the brew is boiling up
hangman's rope, dirt from coffee, nail and hammer under pillows
those are methods of ye old hag
yet they won't save you