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by Stillife

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Nightfall 03:24
Lullaby 04:15
A pretty gold bed Has Pussy, has Pussy. But my own Baby Sun Has a prettier one. A pillow of down Has Pussy, has Pussy. But my own Baby Sun Has a downier one. A quilt soft as silk Has Pussy, has Pussy. But my own Baby Sun Has a silkier one. A curtain of lace Has Pussy, has Pussy. But my own Baby Sun Has a lacier one. ‘Tis sweet dreams she sees, Does Pussy, does Pussy. But my own baby will See sweeter ones still. Yes, my baby she will See sweeter ones still.
Magpie 02:36
“Magpie, Magpie, tell me, pray, Where have you been?” “Far away!” “You built a fire, And you cooked some mash, You called your friends, And here, in a flash, A hungry brood By the porch they stood. You drew your spoon, They held the noon.” “Magpie, Magpie, tell me, dear, Where have you been?” “I've been near!” “The squirrel had some, And so did the hare, The fox and the owl They each got a share. But the wolf in the hole Got nothing at all. His little grey soul Got nothing at all!” “He had fetched no water, He had chopped no wood, He had built no fire, He had cooked no food!”
O, Ladushki 04:36
“Come, little birdies, come and speak, Were you at Granny's house this week?” “So we were, today, today, But now we're back, and here we'll stay.” “Come, little birdies, come and play, O, Ladushki, Ladushki, just a little game!” “You clap your hands, and call your name, Because now we're back, and here we'll stay.” “What did you have to eat, to eat?” “A bowl of porridge and a plate of meat.” “What did you have to drink, to drink?” “A pot of tea and a mug of milk. The porridge was good, and the milk was too, And Granny was nice, and so were you. We ate and we drank our fill, and then Went flying home to Baby again. On her head we perched, and sang a song — Tweet-tweet-tweet! — all the morning long.”
Sleep, my Baby, rock-a-bye, Boots of felt for you I’ll buy. You will put them on to play In the snow on winter’s day. Boots of felt I’ll buy for you, And a pair of mittens too. You will put them on to play In the snow on winter’s day. Sleep, my Baby, nevermind, Shoes of bast for you I’ll bind. You will take them all to play In the grass on summer’s day. Shoes of bast I’ll bind for you, And a mushroom basket too. You will take them all to play In the grass on summer’s day.
On The Stove 03:22
On the stove Puss lies asleep, In his pillows buried deep. While he sleeps the Mice wax gay; Joining hands, they dance and play. Do not wake him, Mousies, or You, my dears, will dance no more!
White Geese 05:09
“O, white geese that fly High up in the sky, Where have you been? And what have you seen?” “A wolf we did see, His fangs he did bare, A gosling he carried Off to his lair.” “O, white geese, fly back And peck at the wolf; Peck at him, geese, Save the gosling, please!”
O you, black lambs three With your crooked horns, In the woods you tramped From the early morn. On your fiddles you played For our child to hear, What sweet music you made For our baby to cheer. The owl she hooted And her wings she beat, And the goat in his shed, He stamped his feet.
Rabbit 04:23
Rabbit, come and play with me, Long Ears, come and play with me. Rabbit, Rabbit, do not hide, Let us frolic side by side. Rabbit, Rabbit, pick a bloom, Long Ears, Long Ears, pick a bloom. Pick a flower, Rabbit, do, Choose a red one or a blue. Rabbit, show me bunch of flowers, Long Ears, show me bunch of flowers. Oh, how gay it is and bright Rabbit, Rabbit, hold it tight! Rabbit, join me in a dance, Long Ears, join me in a dance. Rabbit, Rabbit, dance away, Dance the whole long summer day!
In The Hut 04:48
The Dog in the kitchen Is baking the pie, The Cock in the corner Is milling the rye. The Pussy is busy With needle and thread. Until she has finished She won’t go to bed. The Hen in her boots Is sweeping the floor, The new moon is rising In through the door. The house is clean now All pretty and dry, The matting of stars Unfolds in the sky. Sleep, little child, Sleep, Sleep. Sleep by my side, Sleep, Sleep.
Schlaf Kindlein, leg dich nieder Am Rande des Bettes liege nicht Der graue Wolf wird kommen Um dich zu greifen Der graue Wolf wird dich greifen Und in den Wald fortschleppen Er wird dich unter den Tuff legen Unter dem Tuff so laut und freudig singen die Vögel Dort wirst du nicht schlafen Schlaf Kindlein, leg dich nieder Am Rande des Bettes liege nicht Schlaf Kindlein, schlaf...


Eleven well-known Russian traditional lullabies are retold in an absolutely unrecognizable manner. Besides, the overall musical style of the project undergoes significant changes. Chill and all-devouring electronic soundscapes of the first albums give way to dreamlike acoustic moods. A new album is created upon the basis of classic sound of European neo-folk music and the unique melodism of Stillife. And it definitely won’t let you go from the first guitar chord until the last viola passage. So, when the lights go out and the last gleams of sunset are fading away, it’s time for “Lullabies”, it’s time for Stillife.


released December 31, 2012

All songs were written and recorded during the period of 2010-2012 at “Stillife” Studios, Rostov-on-Don, Russia. Drums were recorded at “Amurskie Volny” Studio, Rostov-on-Don, Russia. Piano accordion and female vocals were recorded at “Mezzamo” Home Studio, Tver, Russia.

Mixed and mastered by Alexey Fedirko.

Artwork and design by Katerina Pushkina.


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