Whole

by KIV Orchestra

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released August 6, 2013

All music by Igor Krutogolov, except "Po Shpalam" (Traditional) and ''Let Them Erect'' by Boris Martzinovsky
All lyrics by Marylise Frecheville, except "Po Shpalam" (Traditional), ''Let Them Erect'' (Traditional), ''Maki'' by Agniya Barto, "Zaklyuchenny" by Marylise Frecheville, Igor Krutogolov, Alexander Liver

All arrangements by KIV Orchestra

Marylise Frecheville ­- vocals, percussion
Eric Boros -­ acoustic guitar
Boris Martzinovsky ­- accordion
Ruslan Gross ­- clarinet, bass clarinet
Guy Schechter ­- drums
Igor Krutogolov ­- bass, vocals, saw
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Kosta Kaplan -­ electric guitar (5, 7, 9)
Eugene Lublin -­ trumpet (6)
Alexander Liver -­ vocals (6, 9)
Olga Fiaes -­ vocals (9)

1-­4 recorded on September 9­-10, 2011 at Anova Studios (Tel­ Aviv, Israel) by Shimon Tal
5-­9 recorded on June 24-­25, 2012 at Studio Chaudelande (Saint­Pierre­-Église, France) by Manu Laffeach
Mixed and mastered by Slava Frenklakh at "Home" Studio, Tel­ Aviv
Executive Producer: Victor Levin
Artwork & Design: Igor Krutogolov
Photographs: Mark Tso

Ce disque a reçu l'aide à la production discographique du Puy-­de­Dôme.

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Track Name: Bad Bad Horror
I opened the tap to the ultimate
Pressure and focused on
The running water
Hailing
Down the sink.

I proceeded to washing my hands,
Rubbing them on one another
Again and again
All red down the drain
It was surreal, so much blood, like in a bad bad bad bad horror.

You couldn't predict your termination:
I am the only survivor,
of this fiction.
Love marked the end of you.
It was surreal, so much blood, like in a bad bad bad bad horror.

Death with a kiss is what you deserved
I keep thinking of the magic moment,
Your last breath gone,
Smiles carved in my face
It was surreal, real freedom, stained and sticky.

How I imagined you should go
I was too cheap to get a gun
Too lazy
To think a pristine show
It was surreal, real freedom, so much blood, as in a bad bad bad bad horror.

Knife, stabbing you once, stabbing you twice, stabbing you more than stars in the skies, stabbing you X times, infinite times, infinite times, infinite freedom in jail now I enjoy

Knife, stabbing you once, stabbing you twice, stabbing you more than X times, infinite times, infinite times, final finite freedom in jail now I enjoy

Knife, stabbing you once, stabbing you twice, stabbing you more than X times, infinite times, infinite times, infinite freedom in jail now I enjoy

I continued to washing my hands,
Rubbing them on one another
Again and again
Still red down the drain
It was surreal, real freedom, stained and sticky.

You couldn't give me enough of you:
I am a perfectionist.
God ruined us Penned us on the wrong list
It was surreal, real freedom, so much blood, as a bad bad bad bad horror.
Track Name: La Roue
Saoul du quotidien comme un chien enchaîné,
Je tourne sempiternellement sans bouger.

Matonne, je t'invite à danser sur la roue.
Ce soir, amène-moi une corde et quelques clous.

Mets-moi à nu je ne crains plus rien.
Ligature-moi les membres et les reins.
Montre-moi le ciel une dernière fois.
Délivre-moi! Oh! Supplice.

Bourreau, casse-moi les os des jambes et des bras.
Achève ton attaque dans mon estomac.
Gisant sur la roue les talons à la nuque,
J'attends la mort doucement caduque.

Abandonné je ne crains plus rien.
La foule savoure l'odeur de ma fin.
Je regarde le ciel une dernière fois.
Délivre-moi! Oh! Supplice

Abandonné je ne suis plus rien.
La foule s'est dissoute au petit matin.
J'ai soupiré une dernière fois:
Miséricorde! Oh! Supplice.
Track Name: Blondinka
Trois prisonnières s'échappèrent du pénitencier.
Une rousse, une brune et une blonde.
Elles trottèrent des kilomètres jusqu'à un vieux pailler
où elles trouvèrent des sacs jute pour se cacher.

Une heure plus tard deux flics vinrent en patrouille.
Les cavaleuses étaient mortes de trouille.
Ils inspectèrent un à un les sacs
En les cognant à coup de matraque.

Le sac de la rousse aboya "wa-wao",
Ils décidèrent que c'était un Chiuaua.
Le sac de la brune miaula "miaow",
Ils s'accordèrent sur un gros matou.

Le dernier sac demeura silencieux
Les poulets s'étudièrent d'un air douteux
Ils matraquèrent alors plus fort
Et la blonde proposa "Patates"

Картошkи, картошkи, я большой mишok
Ох Боже вы ничего не слышalи! Оh, nо ...

L'histoire ne raconte pas la suite de l'aventure
L'imaginer n'est point trop dur.
Mais si vous ne voulez pas finir en purée
Sachez un animal imiter!
Track Name: Po Shpalam
И вот сижу опять в тюрьме,
Не светит больше солнце мне.
На нарах, бля, на нарах, бля, на нарах!
А на свободе фраера
Гуляют с ночи до утра
И шмары, бля, и шмары, бля, и шмары!
Настала лучшая пора,
Мы закричали, бля, ура!
Свобода, бля, свобода, бля, свобода!
Один вагон набит битком,
А я, как курва с котелком,
По шпалам, бля, по шпалам, бля, по шпалам!
Вот захожу я в магазин -
Ко мне подходит гражданин
Легавый, бля, легавый, бля, легавый!Он говорит: "Твою-то мать!
Попался снова ты опять!
Попался, бля, попался, бля, попался!"
И вот опять передо мной
Всю ночь маячит часовой
С обрезом, бля, с обрезом, бля, с обрезом!
Какой я был тогда дурак -
Одел ворованный пиджак
И шкары, бля, и шкары, бля, и шкары.
Сижу на нарах - блох ищу,
Картошку чистить не хочу.
Кошмары, бля, кошмары, бля, кошмары!
Track Name: Usual
Cowboy riding mechashinycal bull
flicks his whip around to scare the hood.
I catch his eye drooling all over me
I drop the narcotics all over me.

Clown sitting on his daily beer packs
counts the sheets of a toilet paper roll.
I shake as he grabs my wrist to have fun.
He tastes my consummate fear with fun.

Did we make a deal ? I left out?
Is your tongue thirsty for lore, or assault ?
Don't push yourself to be numbered and filed
Within a useless tabloid.
Is our Babel not yet shitty enough?
Cold blocks wired fences stronger than teeth.
Let our survivals go on, as usual
Within their fondest memories.

Slave walking back from the finery
Spreads cheap make up over my face
I suddenly want to get married.
He wished he was born retired.

Did we make a deal ? I left out?
Is your tongue thirsty for love, or assault ?
Don't try to have us numbered and filed
Within a useless tabloid.
Is our Babel not yet shitty enough?
Cold blocks wired fences stronger than teeth.
Let our survivals go on, as usual
Within their fondest memories.
Track Name: Zaklyuchenny
Conflit de voisinage
Différend conjugal
Plainte pour tapage
Insultes par et à agent

Expulsion locative
Usage de la force
Propos homophobes
Violences par et sur agent

Право имеете молчать
Без адвоката не отвечать
Всё из карманов на стол!
Что? Так и запишем в протокол

Теперь ты больше
Не человек
С вещами на выход
Теперь ты зэк

С номером ватник
И место у параши
Зэк!

заключенный prend le chemin de l'inquiétude
заключенный descend la rue de la trouille
заключенный plonge dans le fleuve … de l'humiliation
Зэк!

заключенный disparaît du vigifilm
заключенный disparaît du vigifilm
заключенный disparaît du film …

Fouille de dortoir
Fouille intégrale
Palpation de sécurité
Prélèvement génétique

Visite de courtoisie
Quartier disciplinaire
Isolement d’urgence
Prime de résultat exceptionnel !

заключенный prend le chemin de l'inquiétude
заключенный descend la rue de la trouille
заключенный plonge dans le fleuve … de l'humiliation

заключенный disparaît du vigifilm
заключенный disparaît du vigifilm
заключенный disparaît du film …
Track Name: Electricity & Steam
My searing father used to call me lazy Call me lazy
As I worked back-boned Work back-boned
Through the white nights I kept holding on
To dirty engines Dirty Engines
Exact mechanisms Mechanisms
Until a split second liquefied the path.

My bitter friends labelled me a human beast Human Beast
Obsession driver Obsession driver
My hangry teeth are set to love striplings.

Turn on the radio !
What can you hear?
Cannibal requiem !
What can you think?
We are doomed!
We are doomed?
Are we doomed?
We are doomed!
On your death line cry if you want, noise covers everything.
Cry if you need to defy emergency.
And cry again as loud as you can do.
I'll cry with you/ // // // //
Let's cry together, noise covers everything.
Let's cry again to defy emergency.
And cry again as loud as we can do.
Let's cry and hit, and hit, and hit, and hit, and hit Reality.

Did it start with the shriek of a train whistle? Train whistle
Or hallucination? Hallucination
Your slender body sailing through the door
In our dining car dining car
Steamy territory territory
I remember your heart beat swelled, so sweet.

My priceless treasure you cooked so cheerfully so cheerfully
You loved us so tender love so tender
With a drop of cream and a touch of black pepper

Constable hark : The victim was caught in flagrante delicto of panic attack she cursed: She called us nobody! nobody!
Sick vegetarians! vegetarians!
So I bit her finger off and spit out the nail.
Raw meat was so delicious so delicious
Jealously electric Jealously electric
The unavoidable outbreak hurtled through the night.

Turn on the radio !
What can you hear?
Cannibal requiem !
What can you think?
We are doomed!
We are doomed?
Are we doomed?
We are doomed!
On your death line cry if you want, noise covers everything.
Cry if you need to defy emergency.
And cry again as loud as you can do.
Let's cry together / // // // //
Let's cry together, noise covers everything.
Let's cry again to defy emergency.
And cry again as loud as we can do.
Let's cry and hit, and hit, and hit, and hit, and hit,
and hit, and hit, and hit, and hit Reality.
Track Name: Let Them Erect
Let them erect for me my flowered bed.
Let them spread it for me
with herbs like translucent lapis lazuli.
For me let them bring in the man of my heart.
Let them bring in to me my Ama-ucumgal-ana.
Let them put his hand in my hand,
Let them put his heart by my heart.
As hand is put to head, the sleep is so pleasant.
As heart is pressed to heart, the pleasure is so sweet.
Track Name: Maki
Третий класс посеял мак,
Не на клумбе, просто так.

Прибежал третий класс
К Анне Алексеевне.
Все кричат: – Поздравьте нас,
Мы цветы посеяли! –

Маки – новые сорта,
Все оттенки, все цвета.

Третий класс посеял мак,
А растёт какой-то злак!

Прибежал третий класс
К Анне Алексеевне.
Все кричат: – Спасите нас,
Мы не то посеяли! -

Тут вожатая звена
Говорит: – Моя вина:
Перепутала пакеты,
Раздавая семена! –

Все сказали: – Не беда,
Ошибиться иногда
Это может всякий!

Пусть хоть что-нибудь растёт,
А на следующий год
Мы посеем маки.