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Randal/Kanine! He/him+neos! Ftm! Engaged! Autism+schizophrenia!
I'm an inspiring psychological/thriller/horror author who also has a love for drawing and design.
I'll read or watch anything to help me achieve realism in my works, so I may post some screencaps of movies or novels that speak to me or I wish to study.
I will mostly post art, fanart, OCs, visual hallucination renditions, you name it, I got it.
Another version, arranged by Mykola Leontovych. Usually I’m not a big fan of classical arrangements of folk songs but this one’s really pretty:
https://soundcloud.com/vzadorojniy/leontovich_iz-za_gory_snizhok_letit
translated lyrics
(second version mostly, stuff between brackets belongs in the first version)
Snow flies from the mountain
[alt.Fire burns on the mountain]
and in the valley, a cossack lies
{cut and shot, covered with a red cloth]
with a raven crowing at his head
and his steed pacing at his feet [alt. crying]
Do not pace, my steed,
do not trample the earth
Run along the road
[alt. Oh my black steed,
my loyal companion
do not cry for me
run along the wide steppe road]
so that the Tatars may not catch you
May not take the saddle off your back
[ when you arrive at my fathers yard
hit the fence
When you arrive at the gates
beat them with your hooves]
My father [alt. My sister] will come out and unsaddle you
My mother will come out and ask you
“Well , black horse, where is my young son?”
[Your son, Mother, served the Khan
the Crimean Tatar
He served so well he got a fine lady for it
A proud and wealthy princess]
Don’t cry mother, don’t be sad
For your son has married
Took a fine young lady for himself
with a pit-house in the open field....
take a handful of sand
[ she rose early with the stars
washed the sand with her tears]
when that sand will sprout
your son will return from the army
the sand doesn’t sprout
the son doesn’t return from the war campaign...
bonus version:
