'Human' is a psychological portrait of resistance set against a landscape of encroaching ice. It is a song about the heavy, painful choice to remain "soft" and organic in a world that offers the easy peace of becoming a statue. Using the ancient pulse of a Ukrainian spring ritual to break through a modern fog of dissociation, it is a testament to the "troublesome" beauty of staying alive. ****************************** (Весняночка, красняночка Дє ж ти зімувала дє ж ти зімувал?) The ice is moving in to take the room, They say it's comfortable kind of doom. It’s easy to be cold, it’s easy to be still, and let the frost decide whatever I should feel. My neighbor’s got a face of frozen grey, He threw his messy heart and 'baffling' soul away. He says the conscience is not needed heavy load, And turns himself into a winter heartless road. But I’m staying here, and I'm staying soft With an open heart.. I refuse to turn into a piece of stone. Even in the dark... There’s comfort in the numb, a perfect peace, A warm forever place where all the terrors cease. But once you stop the song you stop to breathe When fire's over there's no more space to live But I’m staying here, and I'm staying soft With an open heart.. I refuse to turn into a piece of stone. Even in the dark... The vultures wait for us to cool, To follow every promised rule. Give up the very essense why we live Do not disturb, don't ask, don't try to feel... Accept the cold, be stone, not a man But we choose to keep the fire while we can So I’m staying here, and I'm staying soft With an open heart.. I refuse to turn into a piece of stone. Even in the dark... Gonna keep this light. Stay human. Though it hurts to be alive. Don't turn to stone. (...На Сорочку пряла, на сорочку пряла Діток зодєвала діток зодєвала...) ********************** Translation of vesnyanka in the intro: Oh, Springtime, beautiful one, Where did you spend the winter? In the outro: The children are so tiny, The children are so small, May they never be sickly, May they never be ill.
