Скотный двор

Alternative folk with baroque trap architecture: breath-led androgynous operatic tenor-altino alternating with bright coloratura soprano in separated Russian vocal exchanges, dry chamber recording, long vocal plate reverb and restrained tape warmth, fingerpicked steel-string guitar, sparse piano, low cello, muted accordion, harpsichord, occasional frame drum, DnB breakbeats and deep bass, powerful electric-guitar lead, cyberpunk mariachi accents, unhurried mid-tempo pulse, restrained alternative-rock weight and wave-like crescendos erupting into an emotional storm

In Jones's barn, on a dark night,
away from an extra pair of eyes
The Boar has called an animal council - 
That's how the story begins. 
He had a dream from above
about living on a farm without people.
How the air of freedom is breathed
in the Paradise of oaks and acorns.
The hour has struck for the animals, screeching and howling - they attacked the strict masters
Everyone who walks on his paws is his own,
the fate of exile is for bipeds. 
In order not to pay attention to human vices,
the laws were passed in the hope
Do not take the owners of the house and the bed,
and do not walk in human clothes.
So that all the animals are happy,
and the bins are always full.
It was decided to issue a decree for everyone
that "all animals are equal."
We lived so well together all summer
, it became easier and more fun to live
But pigs need to eat more.,
After all, pigs are smarter than everyone else.
That Jones would come back to scare everyone,
giving animals populism
The laws of equality have been replaced
The new idea is Patriotism.
Rations have dropped, barns are melting,
and only pigs' breasts are growing
And they know that they are equal to all the herd,
but there are also those who are equal to all.
Winter came, and with it frosts,
pigs began to live in people's houses
The goats froze in their stalls
and the hens stopped laying.
In the warmth of houses, wearing caftans,
Crossing on two legs
Pigs drink rum, chew chestnuts
And they go to bed staggering to sleep.
Peace of pigs from prying eyes,
for a bowl of warm, fresh porridge
They keep dogs, wait for orders,
and faithfully wave their tails.
The days passed hurriedly, giving way to night,
and there were fewer and fewer of those animals
Who remembered what life was like firsthand,
on the Jones farm and the people.
To the moaning of cows and the crying of the unfortunate,
cutting off the thread of suspicion
They decided to execute the thinnest pigs for show.
And so that everyone gets sick less,
so that others don't get hurt.
Grunting with care, they told
me to hand over all the sick people for soap!
In carriages, in threes and twos,
horses are rolling pigs,
Behind a tailcoat with a cane and a cigar,
it is impossible to distinguish them from people.
After taking off the ragged robes,
suddenly the line becomes blurred
Where is the man and where is the pig? -
When we got to the trough. 
Dreams feed animals' dreams,
and they can banish pigs. 
It's a pity the dim-witted don't know
that it's impossible to expel swinishness.
And if you try hard,
discarding the tinsel of lies 
To admit to ourselves in our hearts
that there is a PIG SLEEPING QUIETLY in everyone.

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In Jones's barn, on a dark night, away from an extra pair of eyes The Boar has called an animal council - That's how the story begins. He had a dream from above about living on a farm without people. How the air of freedom is breathed in the Paradise of oaks and acorns. The hour has struck for the animals, screeching and howling - they attacked the strict masters Everyone who walks on his paws is his own, the fate of exile is for bipeds. In order not to pay attention to human vices, the laws were passed in the hope Do not take the owners of the house and the bed, and do not walk in human clothes. So that all the animals are happy, and the bins are always full. It was decided to issue a decree for everyone that "all animals are equal." We lived so well together all summer , it became easier and more fun to live But pigs need to eat more., After all, pigs are smarter than everyone else. That Jones would come back to scare everyone, giving animals populism The laws of equality have been replaced The new idea is Patriotism. Rations have dropped, barns are melting, and only pigs' breasts are growing And they know that they are equal to all the herd, but there are also those who are equal to all. Winter came, and with it frosts, pigs began to live in people's houses The goats froze in their stalls and the hens stopped laying. In the warmth of houses, wearing caftans, Crossing on two legs Pigs drink rum, chew chestnuts And they go to bed staggering to sleep. Peace of pigs from prying eyes, for a bowl of warm, fresh porridge They keep dogs, wait for orders, and faithfully wave their tails. The days passed hurriedly, giving way to night, and there were fewer and fewer of those animals Who remembered what life was like firsthand, on the Jones farm and the people. To the moaning of cows and the crying of the unfortunate, cutting off the thread of suspicion They decided to execute the thinnest pigs for show. And so that everyone gets sick less, so that others don't get hurt. Grunting with care, they told me to hand over all the sick people for soap! In carriages, in threes and twos, horses are rolling pigs, Behind a tailcoat with a cane and a cigar, it is impossible to distinguish them from people. After taking off the ragged robes, suddenly the line becomes blurred Where is the man and where is the pig? - When we got to the trough. Dreams feed animals' dreams, and they can banish pigs. It's a pity the dim-witted don't know that it's impossible to expel swinishness. And if you try hard, discarding the tinsel of lies To admit to ourselves in our hearts that there is a PIG SLEEPING QUIETLY in everyone.

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