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Fabiana Raban - double bass, violin, kitchen pots, bowls, darbuka, frame drum, cymbals, snare drum, przeddech, SPD

Monika Zapaśnik - voice

Hanna Włodarczyk - guitar

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released January 1, 2017

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HuRaban Poland

HuRaban - world music from Poland.

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Fabiana Raban - double bass, violin, kamancha, darbuka, percussions, flute

Monika Zapaśnik - voice

Hanna Włodarczyk - guitar
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Track Name: Rastawalc
Down in the dumps I lower
my heavy head. My eyes see
black, but the full moon’s
lifting, isn’t it, dear?

Holy, silent night. Holy Midsumer
Night. Should it start snowing, we
could speak in tongues
and shortly make

resolutions, every year anew.
What’s eating you, moon? What is the matter
with me, am I not surrounded by
scores of people, all by themselves?
Track Name: Śnieg w biały dzień
Tão branca como a neve

Março continua
enrolado num cobretor de neve Abril
já está à espreita.
Esta noite o tempo corre por baixo
dos nossos pés. Um breve dormir,
de madrugada a neve caiu e calou os pássaros
Que presente, tu a oferecer para terras frias, pensei
Especialmente aquele Abril, Maio e Junho são tão cabisbaixos
O uso faz-te perder a cabeça, para onde corres?
Lembra-te, e preciso
adormecer profundamente, ombro com ombro,
mão com mão, como um abrigo
de Março ainda a funcionar Mas
o sono deixa-me sem palavras
Quanto pesará? Nao há muito que se transforme
em pétala e caia
Track Name: Jude
Laughter

Still within reach, I can still see him and I could
grab with my fingers his shadow so long.
But my eyes can’t stop a turn from fading.
So – go to hell – this road

is taking me nowhere, my hands are flapping in chaos
I’ve passed scores of people. Enough to see
we can see nothing. People obsessed

with owning, posseessed by nothing.
Sometimes, in the dead of night
I burst into laughter, terrified, the sheets all cold

while I laugh and laugh first in a dream,
then because of you, just a while, no problem,
I fall asleep again, all over
black.