DakhaBrakha — Монах
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Ішов монах із походу
Під морози, під негоду,
Чуть же він не змерз
Не знав монах, де подіться
Зайшов у кабак погріться,
Збросив свой мундір
Збросив мундір,
ще й очки,
Порвав ряси на клочки
Сам пошов плясать
Наплясавшись, наігравшись,
З доброй волей розпрощавшись,
Скочив на крильцо
Вдарив у кольцо.
Монах на коня садиться,
Під монахом конь резвиться Зеленим лугом
Конь лугом, лугом, лугом
Ходять дєвочки кругом.
Дєвки не знайшов
До вдови пойшов.
Цілував, милував,
Роздушею називав,
Закричав - ура!
Ой ура, ура, ура
Сочинилася біда
Та й не малая
В Великоднюю суботу Побрасали всі роботу
Рухнули в кабак
Мед їли, вино пили,
Кабачника обдурили
Курили табак
Накурившись табаку,
Полягали на боку.
Оця пісня вся Кончилася.
Під морози, під негоду,
Чуть же він не змерз
Не знав монах, де подіться
Зайшов у кабак погріться,
Збросив свой мундір
Збросив мундір,
ще й очки,
Порвав ряси на клочки
Сам пошов плясать
Наплясавшись, наігравшись,
З доброй волей розпрощавшись,
Скочив на крильцо
Вдарив у кольцо.
Монах на коня садиться,
Під монахом конь резвиться Зеленим лугом
Конь лугом, лугом, лугом
Ходять дєвочки кругом.
Дєвки не знайшов
До вдови пойшов.
Цілував, милував,
Роздушею називав,
Закричав - ура!
Ой ура, ура, ура
Сочинилася біда
Та й не малая
В Великоднюю суботу Побрасали всі роботу
Рухнули в кабак
Мед їли, вино пили,
Кабачника обдурили
Курили табак
Накурившись табаку,
Полягали на боку.
Оця пісня вся Кончилася.
Comments (48)add comment
See them live if you have the opportunity. Amazing performances!
Just love this... and Slava Ukraina!!
A good (moral) day for Ukraine. DC did the right thing. (humble opinion)
Dobroho Ranku! (Good Morning) 
aBracaDraba!!!
itsme_bygolly wrote:
THIS! Thank You. Well said.
I've noticed some jingoism in the comments concerning the band's country of origin. Stop it. RP is for music lovers, not lovers of war. RP has a global audience who may not share the shallow geopolitics of the USA. I doubt William intends this as a battle cry.
THIS! Thank You. Well said.
planet_lizard wrote:
It's comments like this that make me wish RP had a "Hide Comments" option.
SMH.
I love the fact you are programming so much Ukrainian music. Keep it coming. We're with you all the way Ukraine.
It's comments like this that make me wish RP had a "Hide Comments" option.
SMH.
Дякую за українську музику.
Слава Україні!
Слава Україні!
A monk was on his way
Under frost, under bad weather,
He almost froze
The monk did not know where to go
Went to the pub to warm up,
He threw off his uniform
threw off the uniform,
and glasses
He tore his coat to shreds
He went dancing himself
Having danced, having played,
Having said good-will,
Jumped onto the wing
Hit the ring.
A monk sits on a horse,
Under the monk, the horse frolics in the Green Meadow
A horse through a meadow, a meadow, a meadow
The girls are walking around.
I did not find the girl
He went to the widow.
Kissed, caressed,
He called the soul
I shouted - hooray!
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
Awesome. Thank you RP!!!
Love this music! So unique. Thanks Radio Paradise for supporting Ukrainian artists. Slava Ukraina!!!
DakhaBrakha. That's fun to say. Even more fun if you say it to the beat of the song.
DakhaBrakhaDakhaBrakhaDakhaBrakhaDakhaBrakhaDakhaBrakhaDakhaBrakhaDakhaBrakhaDakhaBrakha
DakhaBrakhaDakhaBrakhaDakhaBrakhaDakhaBrakhaDakhaBrakhaDakhaBrakhaDakhaBrakhaDakhaBrakha
Sounds like Gnarls Barkley there towards the end.
Thank you, Bill!
Thank you, Dakha Brakha!
Thank you, Dakha Brakha!
This is a really nice track, I gave it an 8!
jpuffer108 wrote:
You lucky duck. I wish that I could have been there & seen them too!
I’ve seen DakhaBrakha twice now. Visually and sonically stunning! Slava Ukraine!
You lucky duck. I wish that I could have been there & seen them too!
misterbearbaby wrote:
Your name fits you well.
This is horsecrap.
Your name fits you well.
just this morning, I hear that these folks are coming to my town: The Fredericton Playhouse. I was also glad to learn that it was Ukrainian I was hearing, as I had thought it was Russian when I heard it for the first time a while back. (This is listen#2)
I’ve seen DakhaBrakha twice now. Visually and sonically stunning! Slava Ukraine!
The song about чумак's fate, which is played here occasionally, is much better. This one is nearly a regular pop song. Rating it 8, nevertheless, and hoping that this will result in the чумак's fate song be played more often by association.
This is horsecrap.
philonair wrote:
Seems not that you ever heard of google translator!? Here are your lyrics:
A monk was on his way
Under frost, under bad weather,
He almost froze
The monk did not know where to go
Went to the pub to warm up,
He threw off his uniform
threw off the uniform,
and glasses
He tore his coat to shreds
He went dancing himself
Having danced, having played,
Having said goodbye with good will,
Jumped onto the wing
Hit the ring.
A monk sits on a horse,
Under the monk, the horse frolics in the Green Meadow
A horse through a meadow, a meadow, a meadow
The girls are walking around.
I did not find the girl
He went to the widow.
Kissed, caressed,
He called the soul
I shouted - hooray!
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
Trouble was brewing
And not small
On Easter Saturday, everyone quit their jobs
They went to the tavern
They ate honey, drank wine,
The courgette was deceived
They smoked tobacco
Having smoked tobacco,
They lay on their sides.
This song is all Over.
Bump. 8 out of the gate for me.
Seems not that you ever heard of google translator!? Here are your lyrics:
A monk was on his way
Under frost, under bad weather,
He almost froze
The monk did not know where to go
Went to the pub to warm up,
He threw off his uniform
threw off the uniform,
and glasses
He tore his coat to shreds
He went dancing himself
Having danced, having played,
Having said goodbye with good will,
Jumped onto the wing
Hit the ring.
A monk sits on a horse,
Under the monk, the horse frolics in the Green Meadow
A horse through a meadow, a meadow, a meadow
The girls are walking around.
I did not find the girl
He went to the widow.
Kissed, caressed,
He called the soul
I shouted - hooray!
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
Trouble was brewing
And not small
On Easter Saturday, everyone quit their jobs
They went to the tavern
They ate honey, drank wine,
The courgette was deceived
They smoked tobacco
Having smoked tobacco,
They lay on their sides.
This song is all Over.
Bump. 8 out of the gate for me.
Great tune!
joko63808 wrote:
I saw what you did there...
I miss the "... sounds like ..." postings.
I saw what you did there...
I like to think that chanting at the beginning is something mundane, like I get the mop bucket and clean the floors a bit, I want to sit down but first I gotta check on the laundry, etc.
Mildly indignant that this gets rotation yet my Henri Texier suggestion was shot down.
I miss the "... sounds like ..." postings.
That bass riff is very familiar, I know it from another song but can't place it.
Weird but interesting, i'm unable to give a rating
So bizarre and brilliant
Well it's a definite improvement over another bloody Bob Marley song, which is what I PSDed from.
opaceo wrote:
Actually their website (https://www.dakhabrakha.com.ua) says they are a world-music quartet.
This is a Ukrainian Folk Music group? They have some pretty groovy folk in Ukraine!
Actually their website (https://www.dakhabrakha.com.ua) says they are a world-music quartet.
This is a Ukrainian Folk Music group? They have some pretty groovy folk in Ukraine!
planet_lizard wrote:
I am not with you or Ukraine. Good tune though.
I love the fact you are programming so much Ukrainian music. Keep it coming. We're with you all the way Ukraine.
I am not with you or Ukraine. Good tune though.
Real cool Ukrainian band. Glory to Ukraine 🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦
Thank you RADIO PARADISE 🇺🇲🇺🇲
Thank you RADIO PARADISE 🇺🇲🇺🇲
I've noticed some jingoism in the comments concerning the band's country of origin. Stop it. RP is for music lovers, not lovers of war. RP has a global audience who may not share the shallow geopolitics of the USA. I doubt William intends this as a battle cry.
Background information
Genres Ethno-chaos
That's a fair description, yeah. And a good tune.
Genres Ethno-chaos
That's a fair description, yeah. And a good tune.
Very cool!
Dang, this is brilliant. Fun, a backbone of dissonance, great vocals, and a strong surrealist undercurrent (see the pic)!
Opens with a easy 7 from Napoli on the Gulf, big upside.
Opens with a easy 7 from Napoli on the Gulf, big upside.
the_jake wrote:
Seems not that you ever heard of google translator!? Here are your lyrics:
A monk was on his way
Under frost, under bad weather,
He almost froze
The monk did not know where to go
Went to the pub to warm up,
He threw off his uniform
threw off the uniform,
and glasses
He tore his coat to shreds
He went dancing himself
Having danced, having played,
Having said goodbye with good will,
Jumped onto the wing
Hit the ring.
A monk sits on a horse,
Under the monk, the horse frolics in the Green Meadow
A horse through a meadow, a meadow, a meadow
The girls are walking around.
I did not find the girl
He went to the widow.
Kissed, caressed,
He called the soul
I shouted - hooray!
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
Trouble was brewing
And not small
On Easter Saturday, everyone quit their jobs
They went to the tavern
They ate honey, drank wine,
The courgette was deceived
They smoked tobacco
Having smoked tobacco,
They lay on their sides.
This song is all Over.
Now for something entirely different.
Not sure if knowing what the lyrics mean would change my rating.
Starting with a 6 rating.
Seems not that you ever heard of google translator!? Here are your lyrics:
A monk was on his way
Under frost, under bad weather,
He almost froze
The monk did not know where to go
Went to the pub to warm up,
He threw off his uniform
threw off the uniform,
and glasses
He tore his coat to shreds
He went dancing himself
Having danced, having played,
Having said goodbye with good will,
Jumped onto the wing
Hit the ring.
A monk sits on a horse,
Under the monk, the horse frolics in the Green Meadow
A horse through a meadow, a meadow, a meadow
The girls are walking around.
I did not find the girl
He went to the widow.
Kissed, caressed,
He called the soul
I shouted - hooray!
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
Trouble was brewing
And not small
On Easter Saturday, everyone quit their jobs
They went to the tavern
They ate honey, drank wine,
The courgette was deceived
They smoked tobacco
Having smoked tobacco,
They lay on their sides.
This song is all Over.
I love the fact you are programming so much Ukrainian music. Keep it coming. We're with you all the way Ukraine.
Now for something entirely different.
Not sure if knowing what the lyrics mean would change my rating.
Starting with a 6 rating.
Not sure if knowing what the lyrics mean would change my rating.
Starting with a 6 rating.
lccouch wrote:
Man, do I know what you're talking about! It's funny though as liking what we hear makes us want to look.
I'd never heard of ethno chaos as a musical genre before. Come to think of it, never heard it regardless of the field.
You keep playing songs that make me look... work isn't getting done. :/
Man, do I know what you're talking about! It's funny though as liking what we hear makes us want to look.
I'd never heard of ethno chaos as a musical genre before. Come to think of it, never heard it regardless of the field.
This is awesome!
Huh, this is pretty good. I'll definitely have to check this out some more. Made me stop and listen. So sad what is happening to their country. Hope they're okay. 8 for now.
excellent.
Wild. "Ethno-chaos."
Thanks, Bill. You're opening up minds and ears!
Thanks, Bill. You're opening up minds and ears!
You keep playing songs that make me look... work isn't getting done. :/