So this next couple of days i will be bothering (not the right word :) ) you with some photos and videos from a live performance at Padina for town celebrations (again think not the the right word, have a feeling there will be a couple in this post :) ). In 2006 it was celebrated 200 years from founding Padina, and it become a tradition, every August one weekend there are some parties, performances of traditional folklore...
As i was using canon 80d for filming, all the photos are taken with canon 5d classic and 85mm lens. Lightning on the stage was not that great but it is what it is :)
This song is adopted cover of Slovenian band Lačni Franz, and the name is Praslovan (ancestor of all Slavic people). It's a weird song and my look on it is a play with stereotypes of Slavic people and critique of past and present generations. I thought i will not, but i will try to translate it, it will be terrible and have no sense but who cares :D
Moc krvy slovanskej dňami rieku prechádza,
vopred vlasteníci a direktori,
za ními kurvy, mladíci, upokojenci.
Pohlavne silný, strašne zdravý,
bohatého kroku z praminulosti prišli
po sto generáciou vynachádzania
a po všetkych predpisoch
zjebali nám všetko, čo sa zjebať dalo.
Počúvne vzdelaný, ráno k robote cez deň,
vopred sú hroby a chudoba,
za ními mŕtve ryby a zdochnutí psi.
Bez pigmentu sme splodený,
súčastný hnoj z betóna
množíme sa miešaním, chodíme kastríraní,
že všetci, po všetkých pretpisoch
zjebeme všetko, čo se zjebat bude môsť
as i have no idea how to translate half of this :) you will get google translate refined version :)
The power of the blood of the Slavonic days passes through the river,
ahead, chiefs and directors,
after them whores, young men, pensioners.
Sexually strong, terribly healthy,
the rich step from the prehistory came
after a hundred generations of managing
and after all regulations
they fucked up all that they could.
Obediently educated, morning to work everyday,
the graves and the poor are ahead,,
behind them dead fish and crunching dogs.
Without the pigment conceived,
contemporary slush from concrete
multiplied by mixing, castrated, walking,
that we will all comply with regulations
and fuck up everything, that could be fucked up.
I know that translation has no sense, but i committed earlier in the blog so now i have to leave it there :D
If you still want to hear the song, click on the photo below :)
