Orkestar Kriminal's award-winning full length "TUMMEL", 12" Vinyl. Recorded live off-the-floor at Hotel 2 Tango with Howard Bilerman in the style of the 1920s, mixing the record by physically placing the musicians in the studio. Original album artwork by Popolo Press, and lyric sheet with French/English translations included. Includes 11x17 poster and digital download.
SIDE A
1. DER SHMAYSER 03:21
2. TO TOUST 03:36
3. POLOMANY KRYL'YA 03:35
4. TSAMIKOU 02:57
5. SHIMKE KHAZER 03:12
SIDE B:
6. OI CHASIKLIDES 02:16
7. KH'BIN GEFORN KEYN BENES AYRE 04:48
8. OZREINI KEL CHAI 03:38
9. IKH GANVE IN DER NAKHT 03:49
10. LA COCAINA 03:35
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Перебиты, поломаны крылья,
Дикой болью всю душу свело.
Кокаина серебряной пылью,
Все дороги – пути замело.
С семи лет я пошла на работу,
С десяти сиротою была,
А с семнадцати лет я пропала,
Я курила, ругалась, пила.
Воровать я тогда не умела,
На базаре учили воры,
А за это я песни им пела,
Эти песни далекой страны.
Я хожу, я брожу, спотыкаясь,
И не знаю, куда я иду,
Ох зачем же судьба мне такая,
Ненавижу я эту судьбу.
Тихо струны гитары рыдают,
Моим думам печальным в ответ,
Я девчонка еще молодая,
А душе моей тысяча лет.
Перебиты, поломаны крылья,
Дикой болью всю душу свело.
Кокаина серебряной пылью,
Все дороги – пути замело.
____________________
Killed, broken wings,
The Wild pain drove her soul.
Cocaine silver dust,
All roads - road covered with snow.
At seven years old I went to work,
From ten was an orphan,
And seventeen years I was gone,
I smoked, swore, drank.
Steal I did not know how,
In the bazaar learned from thieves
And for that, I sang songs to them,
These songs are a distant land.
I go, I wander, stumbling,
And I do not know where I'm going,
Oh why do I have this fate,
I hate this fate.
Quietly weeping strings of the guitar,
Dumas sad in my answer,
I'm still a young girl,
And my soul a thousand years.
Killed, broken wings,
The Wild pain drove her soul.
Cocaine silver dust,
All roads - road covered with snow.
_______________________
Tuée, ailes brisées,
La douleur sauvage s’empare de son âme.
Cocaïne, poussière d’argent,
Toutes les routes - les routes recouvertes de neige.
À sept ans je suis allée travailler,
À dix j’étais orpheline,
Dix-sept ans, j’étais partie,
Je fumais, blasphémais, buvais.
Voler, je ne savais pas comment,
Dans le bazar j’ai appris des voleurs
Et pour cela, je leur ai chanté des chansons,
Ces chansons sont un lointain pays.
Je vais, errant, trébuchant,
Sans savoir où je m’en vais,
Oh pourquoi est-ce mon destin,
Je déteste ce destin.
Les cordes de la guitare pleurent doucement,
Dumas attristé par ma réponse,
Je suis encore une jeune fille,
Et mon âme a mille ans.
Tués, les ailes brisées,
La douleur sauvage s’empare de son âme.
Cocaïne, poussière d’argent,
Toutes les routes - les routes recouvertes de neige.
Along with their Yiddish gangster repertoire, Orkestar Kriminal has absorbed the Rebetika Mortika hash den anthems of the
1930s Greek underground. They can also be found performing in Khmer, Spanish, Danish, Romani, Ladino, Russian, Vietnamese, Hebrew or whatever other tongue might attract them. So long as the tune is catchy and a little shady, they'll give it their best shot!...more
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