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 __ 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 — "Love makes no exceptions and spares no one. Even the ancient Vadzianik, mighty lord of water, cannot escape it and drowns in the depths of the eyes of the one he loves. Love has the power to reveal both the greatest light in a person and the darkest depths of the beast within. Is there any greater power — or greater pain? And do we, as humans, always have the strength to endure this trial with dignity?" N. Irdorath. — The visualizer made by: Motion designer - Aliaksandra Hrakhouskaya Illustrator - Kali Yulia Music - Irdorath Lyrics & Translation - Nadezhda Irdorath __ Lyrics (BEL): 1. Zakachausia Vadzianik u dziaŭčynu maladu, Patanuŭ u jaje vačach, što hliadzieli ŭ vadu. Naradzili ŭ im tuhu dy ciažar niejki Jaje doŭhija dzjavočyja viejki. Jak jaje nie zahubić? - jon nie viedaŭ. Čamu smiertny čalaviek? O, kolki biedaŭ! Kolki joj jašče paspieć na karocienkim viaku, Ale jon maryaŭ z joj stajać Dy trymać jaje ruku… Pr. O, heta pačuccio… Viarní mnie majo žyccio, Viarní mnie majo žyccio! 2. Na Kupala, jak dziaŭčaty piajali, Jak vianki pliali, kidali na chvali, Zakrucilasia vada, viecier uzniaŭsia, Znik vianok dziaŭčyny toj - vir zastaŭsia. Kolki boliu moža być u adnoj istoce? Haravaŭ dy rahataŭ jon u adzinocie, I čym bolej jaho dumki blukali, Tym macniej vianocak palcy sciskali. Pr. 3. A vada zbialela, a vada ščarnela… A čamu? - dziaŭčyna navat i nia viedala, Jak nia viedala tych ruk, što lios jaje trymali, Dy adpuscili, by vianocak na chvali. Chaj ciače jaje žyccio praz pole kvietak. Chaj smiajecca, chaj piaje, haduje dzietak. Razvitauŭsia Vadzianik biez spatkannia, Jon sabie pakinuŭ tolki… kachannie. Pr. Lyrics (ENG): 1. The Water-Spirit fell in love with a young girl. He drowned in her eyes as they looked into the water. A quiet ache and longing arose in him, born from her long maiden lashes. He did not know how not to harm her. Why are humans mortal? How much woe this would bring… How much she must live through in her short life, but he only wished to stand beside her and hold her hand. Ref. Oh, this feeling… Give me back my life, Give me back my life! 2. On Kupala night, when the girls were singing, when they braided wreaths and cast them on the waves, the water began to turn, the wind rose, and the girl’s wreath vanished, a whirlpool remained. How much pain can live inside one being? He laughed and suffered in solitude, and the more his thoughts wandered, the tighter her fingers gripped the wreath. Ref. 3. The water turned pale, then darkened. She did not know the reason, just as she did not know the hands that held her fate and then released her, like a wreath on the water. May her life flow through a field of flowers. May she laugh, may she sing, may she raise children. The Water-Spirit took his leave without ever meeting her. He left for himself only… love. Ref. — Supported by the ArtPower Belarus and funded by the European Union.