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Не загоіцца рана,
І слёзы бяроз,
Што рубілі на саван,
Абмыюць пагост.
Кветкі хавалі,
Хавалі зямлю.
Атрута нябачная
Паўсюль…
Сабе самой
Труна ты.
Усё жывое
Прыняслі ў ахвяру.
Кветкі хавалі,
Хавалі зямлю.
Атрута нябачная
Паўсюль…
Пыл і попел.
Пыл і попел…
Прах i попел.
Прах i попел…
Кожнай істоце – смерць.
Кожнай істоце – смерць!
Нікога -
Адна ты.
Чорнай вясною
Пахавалі маці
Жывой.
P.S. FUNERAL OF THE GROUND
The wound won’t heal,
And the tears of the birches
Were cut for the cerement
Will wash the graveyard.
The flowers were burying,
Were burying the earth.
The invisible poison
Is everywhere…
You are the coffin
For yourself.
All the alive
Was sacrificed.
The flowers were burying,
Were burying the earth.
The invisible poison
Is everywhere…
Dust and ashes.
Dust and ashes...
Dust and ashes.
Dust and ashes!
Death to every creature.
Death to every creature!
There’s no one –
Only you.
In the black spring
The mother was buried
Alive.
supported by 231 fans who also own “P.S. Пахаванне Зямлі (P.S. Funeral of the Ground)”
It's haunting. It's chaos. It's energy. It's fatigue. It's happiness. It's sadness. It's love. It's hate. This is close to the perfect black metal album for me. Marcello Velasco
supported by 225 fans who also own “P.S. Пахаванне Зямлі (P.S. Funeral of the Ground)”
Powerful, plaintive expression of the fathomless sorrow of our suffering cetaceans and their depthless home, together with the indescribable loveliness of their distant blue-black realm. I feel as much interstellar space here as I do deep ocean, equally crushing and buoying. Dave Aftandilian
supported by 224 fans who also own “P.S. Пахаванне Зямлі (P.S. Funeral of the Ground)”
I like it because it bears all the familiar trademarks of the band, because I hold Saturnus in great esteem, because there are no two singers like him and because, like anyone else. they keep writing those beautiful, tranquil, colourful songs in which I let me drift in delight. Bertrand Marchal