Papluhy

A song about corruption, politics, with modern rock, melodic metal sound and some ethnic elements and chants. The only song in the album in Slovakian language. Slovakian folklore instrument “fujara”, and Hungarian folklore instrument “doromb” was recorded in this song. http://www.stevemisikco.com/ Music & lyrics: Steve Misik Papluhy Media, spread the fear elected, They are not interested neither of us There´s nothing to sing about We all know it It doesn´t make no sence To repeat ourselves And pointing at it Let´s try to change to better Just for a while, after a enthuse (After the beuty of the beautifull lyric, Full of movements) Let´s get back to our own old trails Like if something unexpected would happen We´re trying to find But the roads are filled with bushes of our misery Death, love, happiness, life beauty grows, All is left is understand it We´re pointing at “others“ Just to get rid of the feeling of guilt Thinking Are we feeling the right truth, gods Understanding it with unsences of our world This we already known …ha, that laught remaind at least People are tired of the effort Understanding the world how to change the world with the result that nothing will change Nevertheless everything is governed by... interests and objectives of the Upper World