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The Retuses were an independent musical project of Misha Rodionov, formed in 2007 in Zelenograd, Russia. Initially their first songs were recorded with a one-minute sound recorder with childhood friend Cyrill Nazarov. These songs together form the EP "For a Minute", which is available online. In 2008 Cyrill Nazarov left the duo; Misha began recording new material on his own. Cyrill Parastaev joined the band next year and they began working on the album "Echo". Some of the songs were recorded in the most unexpected places: in an old abandoned car, at 4 am in a village, inside of the water tower. The album was uploaded to the internet in June 2009 through the online label Whispering and was available free of charge. Their first live performance took place on May 12, 2009.
The band continued performing and giving interviews and released their second compilation of songs, Waltz Baltika!, through a new record label, Snegiri, in May 2011. Most songs on the album, notably their titles, were inspired by a trip to Kaliningradskaya Oblast' when Misha was a child, and memories of the scenery there. The album is intentionally lo-fi to create a specific atmosphere.
Their third and final album, Astra, was issued in late 2013. The Retuses disbanded on October 11, 2014 according to an announcement posted in the band's official social networking pages; it was also announced that Rodionov decided to pursue a solo career on his own.
The touring band:
Misha Rodionov - vocals, trumpet, recorder, ukulele, guitar
Cyrill Parastaev - vocals, guitar, ukulele, piano, percussion
Lera Saveleva - bayan, percussion
Misha Lvov - guitar, ukulele, percussion
Triangulum
The Retuses Lyrics
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Над рекой, над полем, в моей голове туман.
И мне остаётся обнять лишь себя самого, и встретить
На пороге рассвет, пока льёт свои горькие кран -
Воем бешеным пляшет, в истерике бьётся
И кричит, и не может покоя найти;
Но никто не придёт, никто не вернётся;
Никто, никогда, ни за что не простит.
И не смей, не смей напевать свою вечную -
Довольно, устал, мне хватило сполна!
Ты опять за своё, я опять покалеченный.
Для тебя — серенада, для меня — седина...
Но ты не дремлешь, не спишь, ты всё пьёшь мою кровь;
И ты не слышишь меня, нет, ты точно не слышишь
Своих песен. Порой люди прощаются с крышей -
И что хуже того, люди бросаются с крыш...
The lyrics of The Retuses's song Triangulum convey a sense of despair and isolation, with the singer feeling as though they have nothing left to lose and no one left to believe in. The fog in their mind and the bitter dawn outside reflect their confused and mournful state, as they are left clinging to themselves for comfort. The howling and thrashing of some unseen force accentuates the chaos and hopelessness of the situation, with the singer emphasizing that no one will come to help, forgive, or return. They are trapped in their own thoughts and emotions, with no end in sight to their suffering.
The second verse of the song shifts to a more accusatory tone, with the singer directing their attention to someone else. They are exhausted and hurt, and they blame this unnamed person for their pain. The other person seems to be oblivious to their partner's struggles, drinking their blood and leaving them unheard. The final lines suggest that others have tried to escape their problems in drastic ways, perhaps by jumping from rooftops, indicating that the singer's situation is not unique but is nonetheless overwhelming.
Line by Line Meaning
Нечего больше терять, некому больше верить.
I have nothing left to lose, no one left to trust.
Над рекой, над полем, в моей голове туман.
My mind is foggy, like a mist hovering over a river and a field.
И мне остаётся обнять лишь себя самого, и встретить
На пороге рассвет, пока льёт свои горькие кран -
I have to embrace myself and prepare to face the bitter dawn on the doorstep.
Воем бешеным пляшет, в истерике бьётся
И кричит, и не может покоя найти;
My inner turmoil dances with a frenzied howl, screams and struggles to find peace.
Но никто не придёт, никто не вернётся;
Никто не придёт, никто не вернётся -
Никто, никогда, ни за что не простит.
But no one will come, no one will return; No one will come, no one will return - No one will ever forgive for anything.
И не смей, не смей напевать свою вечную -
Довольно, устал, мне хватило сполна!
Do not dare to sing your eternal song - Enough, I'm tired, I've had enough!
Ты опять за своё, я опять покалеченный.
Для тебя — серенада, для меня — седина...
You are back for what is yours, and I am back to being wounded. For you - a serenade, for me - gray hair…
Но ты не дремлешь, не спишь, ты всё пьёшь мою кровь;
И ты не слышишь меня, нет, ты точно не слышишь
Своих песен. Порой люди прощаются с крышей -
И что хуже того, люди бросаются с крыш...
But you don't sleep, you don't rest; you keep drinking my blood. And you don't hear me, no, you really don't hear your own songs. Sometimes people say goodbye from a rooftop - and, what's even worse, people jump from it...
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