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Під морози, під негоду,
Чуть же він не змерз
Не знав монах, де подіться
Зайшов у кабак погріться,
Збросив свой мундір
Збросив мундір,
ще й очки,
Порвав ряси на клочки
Сам пошов плясать
Наплясавшись, наігравшись,
З доброй волей розпрощавшись,
Скочив на крильцо
Вдарив у кольцо.
Монах на коня садиться,
Під монахом конь резвиться Зеленим лугом
Конь лугом, лугом, лугом
Ходять дєвочки кругом.
Дєвки не знайшов
До вдови пойшов.
Цілував, милував,
Роздушею називав,
Закричав - ура!
Ой ура, ура, ура
Сочинилася біда
Та й не малая
В Великоднюю суботу Побрасали всі роботу
Рухнули в кабак
Мед їли, вино пили,
Кабачника обдурили
Курили табак
Накурившись табаку,
Полягали на боку.
Оця пісня вся Кончилася.
I've noticed some jingoism in the comments concerning the band's country of origin. Stop it. RP is for music lovers, not lovers of war. RP has a global audience who may not share the shallow geopolitics of the USA. I doubt William intends this as a battle cry.
THIS! Thank You. Well said.
I love the fact you are programming so much Ukrainian music. Keep it coming. We're with you all the way Ukraine.
It's comments like this that make me wish RP had a "Hide Comments" option.
SMH.
Слава Україні!
DakhaBrakhaDakhaBrakhaDakhaBrakhaDakhaBrakhaDakhaBrakhaDakhaBrakhaDakhaBrakhaDakhaBrakha
Thank you, Dakha Brakha!
I’ve seen DakhaBrakha twice now. Visually and sonically stunning! Slava Ukraine!
You lucky duck. I wish that I could have been there & seen them too!
This is horsecrap.
Your name fits you well.
Seems not that you ever heard of google translator!? Here are your lyrics:
A monk was on his way
Under frost, under bad weather,
He almost froze
The monk did not know where to go
Went to the pub to warm up,
He threw off his uniform
threw off the uniform,
and glasses
He tore his coat to shreds
He went dancing himself
Having danced, having played,
Having said goodbye with good will,
Jumped onto the wing
Hit the ring.
A monk sits on a horse,
Under the monk, the horse frolics in the Green Meadow
A horse through a meadow, a meadow, a meadow
The girls are walking around.
I did not find the girl
He went to the widow.
Kissed, caressed,
He called the soul
I shouted - hooray!
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
Trouble was brewing
And not small
On Easter Saturday, everyone quit their jobs
They went to the tavern
They ate honey, drank wine,
The courgette was deceived
They smoked tobacco
Having smoked tobacco,
They lay on their sides.
This song is all Over.
Bump. 8 out of the gate for me.
I miss the "... sounds like ..." postings.
I saw what you did there...
This is a Ukrainian Folk Music group? They have some pretty groovy folk in Ukraine!
Actually their website (https://www.dakhabrakha.com.ua) says they are a world-music quartet.
I am not with you or Ukraine. Good tune though.
Thank you RADIO PARADISE 🇺🇲🇺🇲
Genres Ethno-chaos
That's a fair description, yeah. And a good tune.
Opens with a easy 7 from Napoli on the Gulf, big upside.
Now for something entirely different.
Not sure if knowing what the lyrics mean would change my rating.
Starting with a 6 rating.
Seems not that you ever heard of google translator!? Here are your lyrics:
A monk was on his way
Under frost, under bad weather,
He almost froze
The monk did not know where to go
Went to the pub to warm up,
He threw off his uniform
threw off the uniform,
and glasses
He tore his coat to shreds
He went dancing himself
Having danced, having played,
Having said goodbye with good will,
Jumped onto the wing
Hit the ring.
A monk sits on a horse,
Under the monk, the horse frolics in the Green Meadow
A horse through a meadow, a meadow, a meadow
The girls are walking around.
I did not find the girl
He went to the widow.
Kissed, caressed,
He called the soul
I shouted - hooray!
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
Trouble was brewing
And not small
On Easter Saturday, everyone quit their jobs
They went to the tavern
They ate honey, drank wine,
The courgette was deceived
They smoked tobacco
Having smoked tobacco,
They lay on their sides.
This song is all Over.
Not sure if knowing what the lyrics mean would change my rating.
Starting with a 6 rating.
You keep playing songs that make me look... work isn't getting done. :/
Man, do I know what you're talking about! It's funny though as liking what we hear makes us want to look.
I'd never heard of ethno chaos as a musical genre before. Come to think of it, never heard it regardless of the field.
Thanks, Bill. You're opening up minds and ears!