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1.
Tirpstantis Šokis Tąkart jis rinkosi vardą, Tąkart buvo neatpažįstamas Ir, sako, tyloj laikas ilgėja, Plečiasi takai, Niekad nežinai, kur prasidėjome, Kur baigsis tai. Tąkart jis rinkosi vardą, Tąkart buvo prasidėjęs takas. Niekas nežinojo kaip. Dar kartą nepapasakota Buvo žiema - Tu gal jau žinai, Per kur sugrįžt. [kartoju ir balsu kylu aukštyn] Jeigu jausi, kad esi sapnuojamas, Patirk iš naujo savo kvėpavimą. Būsi išlauktas sapnuos, Prabusi, kai nieks nežinos, Kai negiedos, kai negiedos ąžuole. Tirpsta tirpsta tirpsta tirpsta > daug k. Šokis. Niekas nebeatims! Šokio Tirpsta Atmintys Mūsų. Tąkart takas buvo papasakotas Ir tekėti pradėjęs vanduo. Sukosi sukosi sukosi sukosi… takas šokis laikas sukosi su su su susapnuosi Fusing Dance At that time he was choosing his name, At that time he was not recognized And they say that in silence The time is becoming longer, The paths are widening. You never know where we have started And where this will end. At that time he was choosing his name, At that time the path has already begun, No one knew how. Again winter was untold, - You might already know How to come back. If you feel that you are dreamed of Experience anew your breathing. You will be waited out in the dreams, You will wake up when no one will know, When they will not chant, will not chant in the oak. It is melting melting melting… Dance No one will take it away Dance Our memories Then the path was already told And the water began to flow It was turning around And turning around And turning around… Path Dance Time Turning around You will be dreaming
2.
Klystu Klystu dar kartą. Lyg be atminties, Lyg be proto Klausytis pavargus. Niekada nemokėjau. Ir nieks nemokės Geriau už mane Nemokėti. Klystu. Užauga Medžiais žolė Tamsžalė mėlyna. Šakos pelėdom – Pilkais bijūnais. Takas pelėdų Sergstimas. Mane pasitinka Lyg visai nesvetimą. Lyg atmintį. Klystu, kur tamsžalės Akys ir takas Sapnuoja. Vandens ar miego Priplūsta oras Lyg kibire. Lyg kūdroj... Gimstu į erčią. Aplinkui Kas žingsnį po šulinį,, Po pamestą rūbą. Dar šiltą manim. Tik šulinio dugnas Mena, kas buvo, Tik virpantis kūnas Mena, kas bus. Kaskart grįžus Eglė Čia mylis su Žalčiu. Paklydus Namo Getting Lost Again getting lost As if I had no memory As if was awfully tired To listen. I never knew And know one will know Better than me How to not know. I am getting lost And the grass grows To the trees Dark green-blue. The branches With owls grow Grey peonies. By owls this path Is being guarded. They meet me As not a stranger. As a memory. I am getting lost To where the green blue Eyes and path Are dreaming. Water or air Flows and fills up As in an old pond Or bucket… I am being born To the clearing of forest Around me At every step There is a well And a lost robe Still warm with me. Only the bottom of well Remembers what’s happened, A shivering body remembers What will. Cause everytime Eglė Makes love to the Grass-snake* Lost To her home. *This is an allusion to a Lithuanian mythological folk tale Eglė, the queen of serpents or Eglė, the queen of grass-snakes
3.
Gėlas Vienpusis kario dugnas Priplėkęs, Bet gėlas vanduo, gėlas protas, Pro kūno marlę sunkias mainydamies - Vienas iš, kitas į, vienas į, kitas iš. Ritasi šokis, laisvas ir paprastas, Veržiasi, lyg niekuomet nepavargsiamas, Plakasi greit jį nutrauksiantys irklai - Plakasi, kaip išprotėjus mergaitė Mylimo vyro glėby. To, kuris visada ją ištraukia Iš augančio šulinio, Vis lakėjančio pãsapnio, Sapno, amžinai neprasidedančio. Plakas į nugarą nemiga, Pãbūčiais teka tavo gyvybė, Smelkias į atmintį Jos pratekėti vaizdai, Tikri, tik gal nepatikėti, Šitos tavo būties Nepabūsiami. Ritasi kario kūnas Lauku jau nebekalbančiu, Ritasi iš pasapnių, patylų ir iš lėto Daigas dugno vienpusio, Iš laukimo bekraščio stiebiasi Niekuomet nepavargsiantis irklas, Begalio šulinio gervė. Ratilais tvinksi vanduo, Protas ir nebegėlas, ir nutylėtas. Nors pašaknim žinai - Kitos dugno pusės Įsakyta Neturėti. Soaked Minds A one-sided bottom of the warior Musty But the water is fresh and fresh is the mind, Both soaking through goeze of a body One coming in, another out, one out, another in. A dance so simple and free Is rolling and rushing Like it could never become tired, The paddles that are going to interrupt is soon Are dashing. Dashing as a mad girl In the arms of beloved man Who always pulls her out of Continuosly growing well, Out of a volatiling pre-dream, Dream that never starts. Through pre-existences flows your existence, The views penetrate to the memory. They are real, just no one had believed in them yet. You will not live them In this existence. A body of a warior is rolling Through the field that is already silent. It is rolling out of the pre-dreams, calmly and slowly, A seed of a one-sided bottom is growing From the infinite waiting A never getting tired paddle, A winch from an infinitive well. The water is throbing with circles, The mind is not fresh and it is concealed. Even though you know from your roots That it is ordered Not to have Another side of the bottom.

about

Music: Mirian Kolev(E.U.E.R.P.I.) and Eglė Gelažiūtė-Pranevičienė(Tamsaulė)
Artwork: Angel Draganov

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Lyrics:

Tirpstantis Šokis/ Fusing Dance

Tąkart jis rinkosi vardą,
Tąkart buvo neatpažįstamas
Ir, sako, tyloj laikas ilgėja,
Plečiasi takai,
Niekad nežinai, kur prasidėjome,
Kur baigsis tai.

Tąkart jis rinkosi vardą,
Tąkart buvo prasidėjęs takas.
Niekas nežinojo kaip.
Dar kartą nepapasakota
Buvo žiema -
Tu gal jau žinai,
Per kur sugrįžt. [kartoju ir balsu kylu aukštyn]

Jeigu jausi, kad esi sapnuojamas,
Patirk iš naujo savo kvėpavimą.

Būsi išlauktas sapnuos,
Prabusi, kai nieks nežinos,
Kai negiedos, kai negiedos ąžuole.

Tirpsta tirpsta tirpsta tirpsta > daug k.
Šokis.

Niekas nebeatims!

Šokio

Tirpsta

Atmintys
Mūsų.

Tąkart takas buvo papasakotas
Ir tekėti pradėjęs vanduo.
Sukosi
sukosi

sukosi sukosi…

takas

šokis

laikas

sukosi

su su su susapnuosi

///

At that time he was choosing his name,
At that time he was not recognized
And they say that in silence
The time is becoming longer,
The paths are widening.
You never know where we have started
And where this will end.

At that time he was choosing his name,
At that time the path has already begun,
No one knew how.
Again winter was untold, -
You might already know
How to come back.

If you feel that you are dreamed of
Experience anew your breathing.

You will be waited out in the dreams,
You will wake up when no one will know,
When they will not chant, will not chant in the oak.

It is melting melting melting…
Dance

No one will take it away

Dance

Our memories

Then the path was already told
And the water began to flow
It was turning around

And turning around
And turning around…

Path

Dance

Time

Turning around

You will be dreaming


Klystu/Getting Lost

Klystu dar kartą.
Lyg be atminties,
Lyg be proto
Klausytis pavargus.
Niekada nemokėjau.
Ir nieks nemokės
Geriau už mane
Nemokėti.
Klystu. Užauga
Medžiais žolė
Tamsžalė mėlyna.
Šakos pelėdom –
Pilkais bijūnais.
Takas pelėdų
Sergstimas.

Mane pasitinka
Lyg visai nesvetimą.
Lyg atmintį.
Klystu, kur tamsžalės
Akys ir takas
Sapnuoja.
Vandens ar miego
Priplūsta oras
Lyg kibire.
Lyg kūdroj...
Gimstu į erčią.
Aplinkui
Kas žingsnį po šulinį,,
Po pamestą rūbą.
Dar šiltą manim.
Tik šulinio dugnas
Mena, kas buvo,
Tik virpantis kūnas
Mena, kas bus.
Kaskart grįžus Eglė
Čia mylis su Žalčiu.
Paklydus
Namo.

///

Again getting lost
As if I had no memory
As if was awfully tired
To listen.
I never knew
And know one will know
Better than me
How to not know.
I am getting lost
And the grass grows
To the trees
Dark green-blue.
The branches
With owls grow
Grey peonies.
By owls this path
Is being guarded.

They meet me
As not a stranger.
As a memory.
I am getting lost
To where the green blue
Eyes and path
Are dreaming.
Water or air
Flows and fills up
As in an old pond
Or bucket…
I am being born
To the clearing of forest
Around me
At every step
There is a well
And a lost robe
Still warm with me.
Only the bottom of well
Remembers what’s happened,
A shivering body remembers
What will.
Cause everytime Eglė
Makes love to the Grass-snake*
Lost
To her home.


Gėlas/Soaked Minds

Vienpusis kario dugnas
Priplėkęs,
Bet gėlas vanduo, gėlas protas,
Pro kūno marlę sunkias mainydamies -
Vienas iš, kitas į, vienas į, kitas iš.
Ritasi šokis, laisvas ir paprastas,
Veržiasi, lyg niekuomet nepavargsiamas,
Plakasi greit jį nutrauksiantys irklai -
Plakasi, kaip išprotėjus mergaitė
Mylimo vyro glėby.
To, kuris visada ją ištraukia
Iš augančio šulinio,
Vis lakėjančio pãsapnio,
Sapno, amžinai neprasidedančio.
Plakas į nugarą nemiga,
Pãbūčiais teka tavo gyvybė,
Smelkias į atmintį
Jos pratekėti vaizdai,
Tikri, tik gal nepatikėti,
Šitos tavo būties
Nepabūsiami.
Ritasi kario kūnas
Lauku jau nebekalbančiu,
Ritasi iš pasapnių, patylų ir iš lėto
Daigas dugno vienpusio,
Iš laukimo bekraščio stiebiasi
Niekuomet nepavargsiantis irklas,
Begalio šulinio gervė.
Ratilais tvinksi vanduo,
Protas ir nebegėlas, ir nutylėtas.
Nors pašaknim žinai -
Kitos dugno pusės
Įsakyta
Neturėti.

///

A one-sided bottom of the warior
Musty
But the water is fresh and fresh is the mind,
Both soaking through goeze of a body
One coming in, another out, one out, another in.
A dance so simple and free
Is rolling and rushing
Like it could never become tired,
The paddles that are going to interrupt is soon
Are dashing.
Dashing as a mad girl
In the arms of beloved man
Who always pulls her out of
Continuosly growing well,
Out of a volatiling pre-dream,
Dream that never starts.
Through pre-existences flows your existence,
The views penetrate to the memory.
They are real, just no one had believed in them yet.
You will not live them
In this existence.
A body of a warior is rolling
Through the field that is already silent.
It is rolling out of the pre-dreams, calmly and slowly,
A seed of a one-sided bottom is growing
From the infinite waiting
A never getting tired paddle,
A winch from an infinitive well.
The water is throbing with circles,
The mind is not fresh and it is concealed.
Even though you know from your roots
That it is ordered
Not to have
Another side of the bottom.

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released October 2, 2017

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