города дышат мне в спину.
милый друг, я возвращаюсь домой.
но мне не выбраться, мне не спрятаться
за ошибками моего отца,
мне не вырваться из капканов снов,
из окопов и траншей.
в мокрых простынях слышу красный смех,
будто я горю один за всех.
ожоги на халате -
засечки на прикладе,
и утром в миске хлопьев
алеет молоко.
оставь меня, война.
я так устал.
_________
Cities breathing in my back,
My darling friend, i’m coming home.
But there is no way out, no chance to hide behind,
Hide behind these walls of my father faults
There is no way out from the dream trap,
From the trenches and ditches.
Hugged by wet sheets
Hear the red laugh
Like i’m burning one for all
I've finally got Black Line on physical copy and this record actually blew my mind. There's so much beauty to this album but also its so crushingly heavy and extreme in an audio sense, Respire don't hold back they just let everything go and beyond, amazing!! Darknight
Hearing the songs while reading the narrative behind the lyrics, I felt overwhelmed by this tragic story in which humans and artificial intelligence couldn't coexist side by side. Their reciprocal annihilation was inevitable. Except one "sole survivor, in a ship filled with memories. She had become the proof of Earth, proof that life had existed there, a voice for all the species and beauty we once knew". A dystopian concept dressed up in brilliant musicianship! @Slevin, thanks, I owe it to you! Umbra Cornuta
Toronto band Respire deliver a post-hardcore tour de force on the largest scale possible, orchestrally rich and incessantly uncompromising. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 6, 2021