Kronika (New/First Album)

This is a Cover (Kronika album cover)

So December 12. 2022 i wrote a post about my shortest photoshoot ever, 56 seconds with a title This is not the Cover with a promise of final results in 2-3 weeks. Well in crypto time goes much faster, in finishing and publishing albums for Kronika it slows down a lot :D

I must say i can't claim a lot for the idea of the shot, that was Martin @klapklapklap. I did click it in those 56 seconds and edited it. And i must say i am happy with it.

I am not sure how happy would Martin be with lyrics translation but there are like 2 people that follow me here who would understand it in Slovak, and it was interesting to see how all of these AI apps handle translations. Gemini even tried to do an analysis, i was surprised by few, but half of them were a miss :)

Feel free to click on the songs, take a listen, like, subscribe to Kronika. If you want to listen to it in a better quality or even buy an album you can do it on Bandcamp

Such fog even scares dogs
so that's why, my dear - don't cry. Don't cry.
Without us, it's going nowhere
if we are together - maybe it will pass.
Don't cry. Don't cry.

The world has turned upside down, turned to death,
into the smell of metal, into rusty heights
gently, without a word, towards the abyss ahead of us.
For a new view of the sea that springs forth.

Love has been lost, laughter hasn't returned
Flowers thrown into darkness and misery
Gently, without a word, literally strangers
together again, under the fog, we remain alone.

Together again under the fog,
we remain alone.

Such fog even scares dogs
so that's why, my dear - don't cry. Don't cry.
Without us, it's going nowhere
if we are together - maybe it will pass.
Don't cry. Don't cry.

Padina doesn't have a sea,
nor a river in its forest.
Padina doesn't have a sea,
just a patch of mud in a stranger's yard.

So tell me:
why are we here?

Poplars, poplars,
sand, winds, dust, and fields.
Wine adds courage
for Padina, that it doesn't have a sea.

So tell me:
why are we here?

I don't want strangers, I don't have my own,
dress all women in black.

A soul flies over the cemetery,
the fifth quarter awaits the children.

No one to come, to their mothers,
to water the flowers, to heal the soul.

Padina doesn't have a sea.

Don't go, Anča, to that dance, don't go!
It will be better, at home, with me, better.

We will light a candle, sing, pray,
and go to sleep

from the little bed to the painted coffin,
on the third day to the black grave.

Don't go, Anča, to that dance, don't go!
It will be better, at home, with me, better.

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We also did a music video for this one, there is a small chance that you already seen it :) if you didn't here it is

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I wouldn't wake you,
If I knew of whom you dream.

I wouldn't wake you,
If I knew whose hand you'd claim.

Who taught you, Proto-Slav, to swim,
that you swam across that Russian river
and settled in my genes?

Much Slavic blood swims across the river daily
first the proprietors and directors,
behind them the dwarfs, whores, young men.
Strong in lineage, very healthy
they came with a rich stride from the ancient past
After centuries of ingenuity,
And according to all the rules
They fucked up everything that could be fucked up.

Who taught you to swim, O Slav,
That you crossed that Russian river
And settled in my genes?

The educated obey, go to work in the morning, and always so,
first come the graves and poverty,
behind them dead fish and dead dogs.
We are born without pigment,
Modern concrete manure,
We multiply by mixing, we go castrated,
And all, according to all the rules
We'll fuck up everything that can be fucked up.

Who taught you, Proto-Slav, to swim,
that you swam across that Russian river
and settled in my genes?