Formed in Saint Petersburg in 2012.

Their music is experiment-orient… Read Full Bio ↴Formed in Saint Petersburg in 2012.

Their music is experiment-orientated. Live performances of the band are beyond the scope of your typical musical shows, they are more like performative practices of the contemporary art. Challenging the system of club venue shows, "Shortparis" actively performs at unprepared venues: abandoned industrial buildings, open grocery stores, etc.

The band poses itself in opposition to the current musical scene. Being a pioneer, the band sets its sight on finding original musical and artistic solutions.
The band dissolved in the autumn of 2020, soon after the musicians had fulfilled their musical ambitions and had decided to dedicate themselves to farming.

post-pop / pop-noir / avant-pop / experimental

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Весело
Shortparis Lyrics

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Это было вечером
Кожа пахла солью
Ты сказала - горе
Ты была права

Стены были мечены
Как нога мозолью
Стоя в коридоре

Я искал слова

Год, но мой стыд не прошел
Два, но мой стыд не прошел
Три, но мой стыд не прошел
В память букетик на стол

Стой, стой
Я здесь, здесь
Пустой-ой
Я вышел весь

Это было весело
Руки пахли солью
Стоя в коридоре
Я искал слова

Стены были мечены
Как нога мозолью
Вчера было горе
А сегодня два

Год, но мой стыд не прошел
Два, но мой стыд не прошел
Три, но мой стыд не прошел
В память букетик на стол

Стой, стой
Я здесь, здесь

Пустой-ой-ой-ой
Я вышел весь

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Shortparis's song "Весело" (Veselo) convey a complex mix of emotions that are subtly conveyed through a series of elliptical images and intimated exchanges between two people. The song starts with an evening in which the air is thick with the smell of sea salt, and the singer's partner tells them that they were right to be sad. The singer then finds themselves in a corridor, searching for words as the walls seem to close in on them like a throbbing blister. Despite the passage of time, the singer's shame remains unresolved, indicated by the repetition of the phrase "A year, but my shame hasn't passed/Two, but my shame hasn't passed/Three, but my shame hasn't passed", and a small bouquet of flowers left on a table as a memorial.

Line by Line Meaning

Это было вечером
It was in the evening

Кожа пахла солью
The skin smelled of salt

Ты сказала - горе
You said – it’s sorrow

Ты была права
You were right

Стены были мечены
The walls were marked

Как нога мозолью
Like a foot with a blister

Стоя в коридоре
Standing in the hallway

Я искал слова
I was searching for words

Год, но мой стыд не прошел
A year, but my shame hasn't passed

Два, но мой стыд не прошел
Two, but my shame hasn't passed

Три, но мой стыд не прошел
Three, but my shame hasn't passed