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Self​-​Titled

by Mariesena

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1.
she makes the birds out of paper but fly up they don't have chances only if the wind picks up wings from her thin fingers
2.
I miss the places where I've never been, the streets, where those wander, who don't understand my language; the picture landscapes from the books, the odors of the stalls which I do not know and the parks with old trees, where someone is feeding the birds. I'm afraid no one understands me, but I ever so miss the places where I've never been because somewhere in one of the windows, in one of the houses I've never seen you are in...
3.
Happy Days 02:15
we were riding the bikes along the golden wheat field bright red harvesters were gathering the grain my hair waved in the wind the wheels were spinning faster and faster we raced the bikes faster and faster in a few seconds I flew down the slope into the ditch and my iron horse slid limply on the road leaving a spark and fragments of reflectors I lay in the sunflowers, heard the noise of harvesters a trickle of blood was running on my cheek a flock of birds was fling in the sky and I was happy I was a child.
4.
Distance 02:27
when you're far away I'm like paralyzed I can stand, whisper, smile. But this is only a mask when you're far away I'm like in a coma I can walk, talk and giggle, but it's just a hoax when you're far away I'm almost dead I can run, scream and laugh, but this is just an illusion. illusion, which dissolve with the first rays of reality. cause when you are not next to me it's really hard to breathe It seems like something important as air was stolen every night you come into my dream, I wish I wouldn't wake up at all, because my life is a nightmare without you. I hear your voice through the computer screen, but I can't touch you It feels like I'm a bird which trapped in a cage and can't fly. come.. come into my dream today come.. come into my dream tomorrow come.. come into my dreams every day until you come back home...
5.
I'm walking to meet you, but the legs get tired very quickly. I start to run to overcome fatigue breaking my legs into the blood sickly. suddenly, I resort to the sea, this is forcing me to stop running.. no time for doubt! and I ran into the seething water, which corrodes my wounds. but the waves knocked me off my feet and hurt my knees. then, I start to swim, counting on the strength of the arms. but the sea is stronger than me and mercilessly throws me on the sand. nevertheless, I don't give up! I climb on top of the rock, and give myself to the gusts of the wind. but strong winds break off my wings, and throw on the sharp rocks.. I hear the sweet voice, I open my eyes. the black hair flowing in the wind a green-eyed girl treats my wounds. you came to me before I've died striving to you, without scare.
6.
Restless 01:24
As I write this letter, the ocean breeze feels cool on my skin. The very ocean is soon to be my grave. They tell me I will die a hero, that the safety and honor of my country will be the reward for my sacrifice. I pray they are right. My only regret in life is never telling you how I feel. I wish I were back home. I wish I were holding your hand. I wish I were telling you that I have loved you and only you since I was a boy. But I am not. I see now that death is easy. It is love that is hard. As my plane dives, I will not see the face of my enemies. I will only, instead, see your eyes. Like black rocks frozen in rain water. They tell us that we must scream, “Banzai” as we plunge into our target. I will instead whisper your name and in death, as in life, I will remain forever yours.

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especially thnx for help to yana roykhman

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released October 8, 2012

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MARIESENA Odesa, Ukraine

Four friends from Odessa - the city on the Black Sea. Most of all they liked to hang out on the 3rd floor of an abandoned shoe factory, where they played their dark, melodic and emotional music in styles such as emo, screamo and post-hardcore. With music Mariesena expressed personal experiences of love, broken friendship, memories from childhood and adult philosophy. ... more

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