The End of Electronics - Proletarian Gothic | Конец Электроники - Пролетарская Готика
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Available on iTunes, Spotify and Google Play https://smarturl.it/TheEndTB Lyrics: Я слышу голоса из вне Меня берешь ты за ладонь Твой облик светится во тьме Он разжигает мой огонь Мной управляет жуткий страх Как раб иду я за тобой Танцуют бесы на крестах Смеются над моей судьбой Неизвестно что со мной Мне не говорили Я танцую словно неживой С тобою в одной могиле Ты показала мавзолей Он даже лучше чем в Москве И в свете мрачных фанарей Ты утонула в колдовстве Тут раздается страшный смех И ведьмы кружат хоровод И я не против всех утех Но завтра нужно на завод Неизвестно что со мной Мне не говорили Я танцую словно неживой С тобою в одной могиле От тебя мне не сбежать Твой острог - моя награда Мне не стать твоей мечтой Потому что... Не хочу Угощенье или смерть Души стонут под распятьем Поцелуй холодных уст Вечное моё проклятье Неизвестно что со мной Мне не говорили Я танцую словно неживой С тобою в одной могиле Неизвестно что со мной Мне не говорили Я танцую словно неживой Для тебя на твоей могиле
  • Erika3sis [she/her, xe/xem]
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    5 months ago

    About three or four years ago I wrote an English-language rendition of this song. I somewhat regret my rendition because it made multiple allusions to Slavic (neo-)paganism, because I figured that paganism was fittingly "gothic", without adequately considering the connection between the far right and Slavic neopaganism. This led to by my count two problematic lines in my rendition, one problematic for using the word "rodnover", and the other for using the word "kolovrat".

    And yet, my lyrics got 60+ likes and a heart from The End of Electronics, before I eventually realized how problematic they were and deleted the comment. I think somebody had tried to point the problems out to me, too, even before that point, but they had phrased it in a sort of vague way that I couldn't quite understand.

    • Erika3sis [she/her, xe/xem]
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      5 months ago

      Here's an edited version of my rendition that replaces the lines I find problematic:

      You are the voice stuck in my head
      I was alone, You held my palms
      You broke them, clawed them 'till they bled
      All while You sang Satanic psalms
      You are my liege, my crushing dread
      And I'm Your lonely, shameful serf
      I prayed each night before bed*
      For my own death and for rebirth

      |:You're the puppeteer in my head
      You're nobody's worry
      You pull strings like I'm already dead
      'Till I dig my grave my shame will bury:|

      A mausoleum in Moskva
      Still shone by Soviet svetophors
      In deepest dark dreams of toska
      With melancholic metaphors
      My head fills with Your chilling laugh
      When witches dance the Horovod
      Their pagan pleasures, strange and saph
      No longer drown me, Voievode

      |:You're the puppeteer in my head
      You're nobody's worry
      You pull strings like I'm already dead
      'Till I dig my grave my shame will bury:|

      |:I dig my grave my shame will bury
      My grave:|

      Between us there's no division
      Your prison is my prize
      Yet I can't fulfill Your vision
      So I'll stab Your staring eyes
      Is this freedom, is this death
      I groan as my fingers rot**
      On my neck, I feel Your breath
      Ever damned, just as You've wrought

      |:You're the puppeteer in my head
      You're nobody's worry
      You pull strings like I'm already dead
      'Till I dig my grave my shame will bury:|

      |:My grave:|

      *Originally "Rodnover shrines, there I just pled"

      **Originally "I groan 'neath the kolovrat"

      A side note is that I wrote these lyrics as a way of creatively venting my struggles with my gender identity.