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Rooks of Petersburg - a fanfic of Jaromír Nohavica's Petěrburg
Through the night downpour one could only hear cries of vagrant dogs. From the Tikhvin Cemetery came deafening shrieks as two shadowy shapes sat on its graves.
"Tell me of what you saw tonight, dear Ya," said the bird that sat on a grave with a letter I.
"I remember seeing a white carriage, I," said the other rook. "It carried a woman I see in my flights."
"My flight was similar," said the bird called I. "But my carriage was black. And I saw my woman outside. I remembered her crying at the carriage."
"What do you think it means, I?" asked Ya.
"From what I understand so far my carriage means death," said I.
"Then does my carriage mean life?" asked Ya.
"No. I would rather say it means love," said I.
Ever since the two bird came to that was their existence.
They could not leave the cemetery and they never saw people cross its gate, dead or alive. They did not know their names, so they decided to call themselves after the letters on the gravestones they slept on.
Every night at midnight the two birds felt an instinctive call. They left the cemetery and flew through the city, each in its own direction. During their flights they saw blurry visions. These distant images felt like memories of someone.
In I's visions he could see life of a prince. Meanwhile Ya saw life of a low class man. Both of their visions however shared one thing in common. They both have seen their men with a woman by their side. A woman whom they seemed to love.
"Listen, I, do you think there is a meaning to our flights?" asked Ya.
"I believe they show us our past lives," said I.
"What makes you believe that?" asked Ya.
"It only makes sens that a prince would be given a new life," said I. "It amuses me however why would I be such a low animal as a rook."
"Your logic has to be flawed, I," said Ya. "That would mean that I am a reborn low class."
"Then maybe you died with honour, my friend," said I.
The next night the Moon was close to full and the rain was intensifying. The clocks stroke midnight and the rooks once again felt the call to fly. They circled the air above their graves and flew, each their own way.
Ya saw the man he saw every night. Under his window there was a stray dog yelping at scraps of bread crust. From the city wedding music could be heard. Meanwhile the tenant stuck himself in a game of Russian roulette and only stopped after the bullet flew out.
I meanwhile saw a chapel and heard the orchestra playing wedding music. He still believed he was seeing his past live. As such he believed he saw the marriage of his old self and the woman he loved. For a moment it seemed a lovely scene. But then an unexpected guest entered the chapel with a revolver. I heard shots and shouts from the inside. Then he flew away just as if he got scared by these sounds.
"Tonight flight was difficult to watch," said Ya. "And it would be better for me if your theory about past life was false."
"If it is true then my end was not too nice," said I. "It was actually very gruesome."
"I guess I could say the same about past me," said Ya. "If I may be honest, I'm actually starting to worry about what we might see on the coming nights."
"I think I understand your worries," said I. "What could have caused me such a horrible death?"
That night the rooks told stories of pity and tragedy.
Next night the birds saw the same scene. The woman was rejecting the man who Ya followed and following the man who Igor followed. Just then they heard her name - Nadezhda.
In a few more nights filled with visions the rooks came to conclusions about their lives.
"So I see that it was you who killed me," said I.
"How could I have killed you?" asked Ya. "I could not have done it. It was too early."
"Then how would you explain that shooting?" asked I.
"I do not know, but I can assure that the only person I killed was myself," said Ya.
From his heavenly throne God was watching all of the worlds he has created. Every Middle Earth, every Hell and every Purgatory. He was especially interested in a little Hell where two rooks were closed. He wasn't even sure whether they came from the same Middle Earth or two separate. But their Hell was interesting either way.
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I wanted this story to be longer, but I wanted to release it today for a boost in self-esteem. I needed it.
I grew up listening to a disc with Polish translations of Nohavica's songs. Petěrburg had a cover by Andrzej Ozga. Through changes in text and music style I believed that it was a song about a bloody revenge on prince Igor. How great was my surprise when I listened to the Czech original and found out it's actually about a suicide of Nadezhda Ivanovna's lover. It was such a surreal experience that it inspired this story.
Happy Halloween, happy Samhain and happy everything else today!
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v hospodě na rynku dal jsem si rum než jsem co stačil říct vzali mě k vojákům svázali lanama mohlo se jet kůň pletl nohama pitomej svět v ležení u hranic dali nám kvér generál lieberschwietz ukázal směr támhle só francóze proklatá zběř neptej se nevzpouzej kušuj a běž kuličky burác�� která je má země se kymácí pod mýma nohama doma už posekli a budou sít a já tu v předpeklí nemám kam jít srdce mi svázali do kozelce proti mně poslali ostrostřelce a to vše proto jen že jsem pil rum v hospodě sedl jsem si k verbířům nějaký zpěváček za dvě stě let jistě si vzpomene jak jsem se hloupě splet ale z cizího neteče a hvězdy lžou nesměj se člověče, naviděnou falešní hostinští nám nalívaj rum panenky za okny mávají mládencům tady co ležím teď vyroste strom prachbídně zahyne napoleon prachbídně zahyne napoleon
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Parties are for Losers, Ferry//Kometa, Jaromír Nohavica (x)
#the link is to a site that translated the song#have had this stuck in my head for FOREVER#its not like. the singer. its the lyrics#pafl#parties are for losers#jaromír nohavica#lol liike anyone's going to be browsing that fucking tag#“oh what a day to scroll the jaromir nohavica tag on tumblr dot com”#but if u did find this through that tag. woo!!!! fucjing kometa am i right#there was something deeply. deeply something about singing this song with like thirty other mentally ill people at the psych ward
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Jaromír Nohavica 😚
super basic but ☄️
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Vzpomínkopříspěvek hudebního charakteru.
Dvě flašky od rumu
Na okně od brzkého rána
Stále stojí a sledují
černého kocoura za oknem.
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V černé noci sleduji klubající se slunce
a doufám v zázrak
a doufám ve shodu okolností
a doufám v souhru náhod.
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A i když vím, že se neztratíš,
mám trochu strach, protože
kdybych neměl, nebude to
Takové.
Mám trochu strach.
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V horizontu noci tě stejně obejmu a budu
poslouchat tvůj dech
protože svítá na neděli a
těžko se věří v bezpečné návraty
Ale věřit chci.
Jsem idealista.
A tak ti budu držet palce
a zároveň myslet ma to,
s kým se míjíš
na stanici Jiřího z Poděbrad.
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#šum#okej okej ale táto verzia??????#všeobecne v tom albume/predstavení je toľko krásnych piesní v ešte krajšom prevedení#niekedy by som to chcela vidieť na doskách#Spotify
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Nezanedbatelně
Dělám si hajpovací playlist ku příležitosti permanentního přesídlení k Ostravě. Přijímám návrhy na písničky ("U nás na severu" už tam samozřejmě je)
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Jsi moje tajné, hříšné snění, milostné zauzlení. Jsi nebe, na němž mraky rodí se i hynou, jsi moje teplé místo pod peřinou.
Jarek Nohavica, Krupobití
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you have an old post to a jaromir nohavica song (i think kometa) and you say in the tags something like "as if anyone reads this tag. yeah let me log onto tumblr dot com and scroll the jaromir nohavica tag" well. i was doing just that. and thats how i found it 😭
very beautiful art btw
ouhh wawa !!! the one true joramir nohavica fan.... ouh... teehee!! the art isn't mine its from parties are for losers by ferry, but i agree, it Is beautifull!!! its one of my fave edits that ive done:3 teehee!!! jaromír nohavica fandom rise up!!!
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[měl bych] celý dlouhý život před sebou celé krásné dvacáté století (...) kdybych se narodil před sto lety v jinačí době u Larischů na zahradě trhal bych květy má lásko tobě
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languages with formal/informal ways of addressing folks are pretty goofy sometimes in practice. for reference, at least in czech, formal is for people that you respect, like your grandparents, or people that you’ve just met and don’t know, and informal (casual) is for family and friends.
this is very funny to me because in comments on yt thanking op for the music, people will use the informal pet names for singers... everyone in the youtube comments section wishes to know jaromir nohavica carnally
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Telátko oblíbené🐮
2/24/21 🐄
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Rules: Spell out your url using song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your url.
tagged by @not-feuilly danke, doumo, dziękuję, thanks! (boy this is gonna be long. also my whole music folder is on a drive I don’t have at hand rn so no cheat sheet ;__;)
Wasteland, baby! - Hozier
In The Death Car - Iggy Pop & Goran Bregovic
Not To Touch The Earth - The Doors
Drink I’m Sippin On - Yaeji
Sarajevo - Jaromir Nohavica
Aen Seidhe - (The Witcher 3 Soundtrack)
No Plan - Hozier
Druha We Mnie Masz - (Toy Story Polish Soundtrack)
Why We Build The Wall - Anais Mitchell (this cover, but I like the original too)
Halfway to Nowhere - Chelou
It Is You - Natalie Prass
Song to the Siren - Tim Buckley (this particular version)
Perdonami - Salmo
English Summer Rain - Placebo
Ring Of Fire - Johnny Cash
September - Earth, Wind & Fire
I’m tagging @horrorforlove, @vislokawitch, @kot-z-cheshire, @slavicafire, @la-vie-en-lys, @bies-from-wildland, @chainsaw-crimes, @vaderlord ...if you wanna play, and whoever wants to jump onto this, feel free to tag me
#tag game#long post#I'm not tagging as many urls as the number of letters in my own#I feel bad for bothering the bunch I tagged as it is#and every next person raises my anxiety lol
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