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ARTiST : Natural Spirit
TiTLE : The Price of Freedom (Cina svobodi)
UPC/EAN : 840094183810
GENRE : Metal
YEAR : 2011
RELEASE DATE : 10/2017
SOURCE : MP3
BiTRATE : 320kbps
SiZE : 88.92 MB
WEBSiTE : http://www.deezer.com
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01. Gajdamaki (Haidamakas) 04:20
02. Ne vernjot'sja (He Will Not Return) 04:48
03. Zhirovik (Zhyrovyk) 03:23
04. Cina svobodi (The Price of Freedom) 04:16
05. 33 (Zhovtij knjaz') (The Yellow Kniaz) 04:35
06. Vorozhba zimnego solnca 03:47
(Witchery of the Winter Sun)
07. Za Smorodinojj rekojj (Beyond Smorodina River) 04:41
08. Irijj-sad (The Garden of Iriy) 05:11
09. Earth, Wind, Fire and Blood (Gods Tower cover) 03:46
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Melodic Pagan/Folk Metal from Chernihiv (1999-2006)
, Kyyiv (2006-), Ukraine
Lyrics in Ukrainian, Russian and English
1. "Haidamakas"
Ravens give a funeral banquet for Turks
The boats are drifting down Dnipro - Cossacks are
feasting
Houses of the Szlachta landowner are on fire
Bullets are feeding the damned publicans
Hey, the night is dark like raven's wing
The Cossack sabres are the source of truth
For bounds of slavery, for tourtured freedom
Our enemies are splashing in the river
Among the mountains in the valley a fallen Cossack lay
His eyes are covered with red silk
Let not the priests and the deacons bury him
Let the young Cossacks purify him on the funeral pyre
2. "He Will Not Return"
Steep, my baby, tomorrow daddy will make a toy for you
He will cut a sabre out of maple, and a bay horse
Sleep, Ivan, tomorrow you will put on embroidered shirt,
Fasten the sabre to your belt and go conquer the world,
But at the gates the horse will stumble, and my son
will not return
On Sunday morning the saddled horse came back
The old mother came out to greet her son...
But an the gates the horse had stumbled, and he has not
returned
4. "The Price of Freedom"
(During 1943 - 1953 Ukrainian Insurgent Army was the
last one guerrilla national liberation movement in
Ukraine, UIA)
If the wings of your will are broken
What will you keep for the survivors?
Unnamed graves of the executed dreams,
Scattered smoke of the truth
Thier last breath is full of freedom
The price of freedom is the way to rebellion
The land is spread before my eyes, I see deep forests
and plains
The melted snow is running on my cheeks or am I crying
Colors of the sky, magic of the woods ù my Motherland
The sun rays are gleaming through the gates of Iriy
Our songs are testaments ù you have to save them, my son
If they perish Ukraine will be lost,
You will be forgotten by your kin and mother
Wandering through foreign lands like an orphan
When the 'red disaster' lulls Ukraine to sleep
The kobzars testament will perish in flame
There will be different Ukraine and another truth
You would be deaf and blind in your betrayal
The wounds of the warriors are not healed yet
The last shot still echoes
Just Father Sky and Mother Earth
Will remain with us at the end
Thier last breath is full of freedom
The price of freedom is the way to rebellion
5. "33 (The Yellow Kniaz)"
(Dedicated to the victims of Soviet Famine-Genocide of
1932-1933 and to "The Yellow Kniaz", the novel by Vasyl
Barka)
Old exhausted mother
Is crying in the filed
She is going to feed her children
With gray ashes of misfortune
Her hands which used to smell of freash bread
Now smell of nothing but frozen dirt
The starving death is hiding in her shadow
And the Yellow Kniaz is stalking on her
Under the silent sky lays the barren land
If is bleak and scorched
The famine is going like a wraith
And sowing the fields with coffins
This is not the sun rising in the night ù
But a wild flames raging,
The flames of the human spirit
Unbroken by the misfortune
Spreading from one home to another
To tell the living
About the million victims;
Of enemies and famines
Who is the famine of the human fate
That plundered this generation?
Ask the wind in the fields
Or the gravestones at the cemetary
6. "Witchery of the Winter Sun"
Khors is slowing down
And Ancestors are waking
To hail Mother Winter
And Kolyada
Hey, Kolyada, hey, Kolyada
Burn Krada, bright Krada
Tongues of flame are dancing
And hailing the winter sun
I am waiting for a guest
Divinating, dripping wax in water
I hear the steps of my beloved
Or maybe it is just the striding wind
The wax in the wafer will fell me
What the Fate has spun for me
My dearest, hear my call
In the weird of prophetic dreams
Past and present
Is the realm of Veles
My spindle,
Tell me the future
Vile spirits, strange wraiths
Branches tike claws, bent heads
Are swaying away from the fire
Namless and forgotten
7. "Beyond Smorodina River"
Ancestors' testaments in our good causes,
In our blue-eyed children,
In grain grower's hand & in farmer's plow,
In swords sharp & friends faithful
Behind the Riphean mountain
A young warrior is roaming
With dented shield on his back
Pierced by Kazar's arrow
He is clutching the handful of soil
With his weakening arm
He is on his way to his fallen brothers
Beyond the Smorodina river
Beyond Smorodina river
Golden moon is riding
On it's dashing stead
With the bow on it's back
Ancestors' testaments in our good causes,
In our blue-eyed children,
In grain grower's hand & in farmer's plow,
In swords sharp & friends faithful
Funeral fires are burning
Smoke is belching out
They are leaving with the sun
Beyond the Smorodina river
Rus is crying like an orphan
Burying her children
The flock of white swans
Is flying with the sun
8. "The Garden of Iriy"
(Written and composed in 2006)
Your chaplet did not float on the water
It sank to the bottom like a stone
Your white bridal dress
Turned into a funeral gown
Flying to the garden of Iriy
At the last moment I will turn back
And return to you
In the Kupala night
I will turn into the bird at night
And lure you to a deep gully
Then will dissolve with the sunlight
And leave you all alone
At the linen of misfortune
The trace of death is embroidered
I will burn you to cinders
And scatter your ashes over the mountains
In the form of wolf I will dash after the sun
Following the path of the dead
I will brake every rule
Just to follow you
Bewitching mist is twirling
The spindle of Makosh
Please drown my sorrow,
Take me with you below
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