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Fri, June 08, 2007 @ 9:00pm
"Maailma Kula Festival"
Tallinn, Estonia

4:10pm: Baloži
( turot asti )

4:10pm: The Hunt

'This is an old traditional folk song from Khorassan, Iran. There is a lot of play on words here mostly for the rhythmic impact which makes it challengeing to translate. It is basically the story of a hunter told from his own perspective, who goes on a hunt one day with a friend. On the hunt he describes to his friends that everything he sees, from the mountains to all the animals he comes upon, remind him of his Beloved. Seeing his Beloved in all things, he cannot bring himself to kill a single creature.'

5:38pm: I need my conscience to keep watch over me
To protect me from myself
So I can wear honesty like a crown on my head
When I walk into the promised land

/dead can dance

9:13pm: Dziļūdens zive seklajos ūdeņos
Tver dinamiku un it kā krāšņumu,
Gaismas staros austu ņirboņu,
Satiek citas un nododas rotaļām,
Taču nekad tā arī neiepazīstās.
Ir jāatgriežas, lai neizšķīstu,
Lai saglabātu blīvuma konsistenci,
Lai reiz satiktos vēl.