1. |
pink flower
03:54
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pink flower
on the green stem
(is) intimidated, horrified, afraid
but standing still.
woman with the bracelets
on her hands,
with herbs
in her strong fists
climbers up the mountain top
like pink flower.
it speaks so eloquently to me.
the signs i’m not supposed to read.
it speaks so eloquently to me.
it speaks so eloquently.
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2. |
wooden swing
03:57
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on the wooden swing,
on the next breath
come and kiss my forehead
‘till my life is in my chest.
i’m still longing for the knowledge,
seeing journey as my aim
and if I stop my road to hold you,
I will need to start it over again.
I had a bad-bad dream
you went away from me
I feared to have this loss
but it’s the loss
that set me free.
roads, airplanes and a river’s bliss.
I rub my feet crossing all these streets.
and a thousand places appear in front of me.
and a thousand faces go through me.
but I am Penelope no more.
I am Ulysses
in the long green dress.
I had a bad-bad dream
you went away from me
I feared to have this loss
but it’s the loss
that set me free.
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3. |
mavi
06:21
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come, mavi
come, mavi
a woman with heart scars.
and a man who’s playing drums.
come, mavi
come, mavi.
come, mavi, a healer of the souls,
your face is calm,
your hair is dark,
your clothes remind me
of the buildings in an ancient town.
alas, I cannot save you.
what a luck, I cannot save you.
woman with a light hair,
heart ache,
is playing her guitar.
alas, she cannot stop it.
what a luck, she cannot stop it.
come, mavi
come, mavi.
when it stops being about the money
and the taste of the peaches in the mountains
reminds me
of the Indian poetry.
(there’s) dark bread, low swing
and a noise of the road is muted
by the river flowing
in August.
and I take you by the hand.
we’re blurring in the night.
and now I am a nomad.
I live in constant roaming.
the wisdom, meant by my name,
comes from the deepest loving.
and everything is in the deepest loving.
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4. |
copper
04:46
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contacts severed, chains unbound.
the movement is slow
until the sound goes down.
one flows, one stays
until the sound goes down.
one’s moving and one stays.
one’s moving and one stays alone.
(i’m) copper
vigorous but pliable
(i’m) copper
how burdensome to be both, indeed.
it seems like this road home will be endless.
I stake all on my patience.
but I feel I lose the bet.
these constant refrains and the constant reminders
of me and the bindings
to those whom I love.
they are the stones which I keep in my lungs
I can’t breath out, howl out,
sing out at last.
so many doors keep me from their arms,
dark eyes, light eyes, warm skin.
I let it all go
but I want to remember this anger.
(i’m) copper
vigorous but pliable
(i’m) copper
how burdensome to be both, indeed.
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5. |
second century woman
04:33
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I was a miracle for them
I was a miracle for them
even though
I didn’t know
how to stand out of bed in the morning.
I had the white pearls in my ears,
I had a very piercing glance,
even though
I didn’t know
how to hide all my fears in the gestures.
and then I became the only woman,
second century woman,
painted on Egyptian wall.
and I became the only woman,
second century woman,
to be remembered.
but you will never see my face in real,
oh, you will never see my face
I’m in the Louvre
and you don’t like a queue.
oh, i was a miracle for them.
i’m still a miracle for them
even though,
they don’t know
how many men can be loved
by one woman.
but what a woman i was,
what a one?
you’ll never know.
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sophistication. Kyiv, Ukraine
sophistication. is a project of the Ukrainian artist Sofia Shvager, currently based in Copenhagen,
Denmark.
In her music, she combines an acoustic guitar with a piercing voice making quite a minimalistic and calming sound. She enriches her sound with elements from different genres to create a slow city-meditation with her stories, a bit dark and melancholy but quite and warm.
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