Listen full album Bestiarium: https://save-it.cc/foxy-records/bestiarium __ Buy the book Bestiarium: https://fantotal.de/en/book-with-cd-irdorath-bestiarium Vilnius - https://kropka.lt/products/book-cd-bestiarium-irdorath?variant=61871168946506 Warsaw - https://knihauka.com/bestiarium __ Booking: [email protected] __ Support band: https://www.patreon.com/c/irdorath __ This is how one small magical phrase turned into a dark-folk rock’n’roll tale about Balotnik. “My na balota - bahun z balota, my na balota - bahun z balota, My na balota - bahun z balota” — a protective spell once spoken before entering the swamps to gather berries. These words are still remembered in Belarus today, so learn them well — maybe one day they will save you too. ;) — The visualizer made by: Motion designer - Aliaksandra Hrakhouskaya Illustrator - Kali Yulia Music - Irdorath Lyrics & Translation - Nadezhda Irdorath — Lyrics (BEL): Pasadziŭ bahun Balotnik, kab patrapiŭsia harotnik, Z rozumu jaho kab zvesci i da brata kab advesci, Bahnik brat prymie dar - Balotnik dobry haspadar. Pr. My na balota - bahun z balota, my na balota - bahun z balota, My na balota - bahun z balota. Bahun, bahun, bahun! 1. Ja da ciabie jdu praz bahnu: karotki samy šliach, Ja da ciabie jdu, bo prahnu kachannia ŭ tvajich vačach, Da ciabie idu i baču, jak na mianie lacić Žoŭty taki a-ahieńčyk, i licha zihacić. Žoŭty-žoŭty jak voŭka voka, blizka da jho, da ciabie dalioka. 2. Vabić mianie ŭ balota dzivosnaje sviatlo, U zarasniki ča-čarota, u bahuna charastvo, Čuju nibyta nechta plača, niba dziavoča piaje, Tolki ahieńčyk toj i baču, aje aje aje. Žoŭty-žoŭty jak voŭka voka, blizka da jho, da ciabie dalioka. Pr. 3. BARABADUMBUM, BALOTNIK! Što za durman-padman? BARABADUMBUM, BALOTNIK! Siabie tabie ne addam! Jość u mianie zamovy slovy. Mianie ne abražaj, Jdzi ty sabie pad korč chvajovy, ahieńčyk zabiraj! Žoŭty-žoŭty jak voŭka voka, blizka da jho, da ciabie dalioka. Pr. — Lyrics (ENG): Balotnik planted wild rosemary to trap a poor soul in its snare, to drive him mad with its heavy scent and lead him to his own brother’s lair. Bagnik, his brother accepts the gift - Balotnik is a generous host. Ref. We - to the swamp, wild rosemary from the Swamp. We - to the swamp, wild rosemary from the Swamp. We - to the swamp, wild rosemary from the Swamp. Rosemary, rosemary, rosemary! 1. I walk to you across the bog, the shortest road I know. I walk to you, I long to see the love within your eyes. I walk, and then a yellow flame comes flying straight at me… Yellow, yellow like a wolf’s eye, so close to it - so far from you. 2. A wondrous light pulls me straight into the swamp below, into the reeds, the rushes thick, into wild rosemary’s glow. I hear it like someone is crying, like a maiden softly sings, I see nothing but that little flame, oh-ye, oh-ye, oh-ye… Yellow, yellow like a wolf’s eye, so close to it - so far from myself. Ref. We - to the swamp, wild rosemary from the Swamp. We - to the swamp, wild rosemary from the Swamp. We - to the swamp, wild rosemary from the Swamp. Rosemary, rosemary, rosemary! 3. Ba-ra-ba-dum-bum, Balotnik! What kind of stupefying deceit is this? Ba-ra-ba-dum-bum, Balotnik! I will not yield myself to you. I know the words of Zamova spell, you cannot do me harm. Go back beneath the fir-tree roots, and take your little flame away!!! Yellow, yellow like a wolf’s eye, so close to it - so far from you. Ref. — Stay updated on our news: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/irdorath.by/ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@irdorath_folk_band Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Irdorath.by/ #Irdorath #PaganFolk #slavicmythology Supported by the ArtPower Belarus and funded by the European Union.