Grafisch stilsicheres Musikvideo: Deszcz na betonie (Regen auf Beton)

Gut, polnischer Rap ist jetzt nicht so meins. Aber das Musikvideo vom Designteam takie.pany zu Taco Hemingway' Deszcz na betonie (Regen auf Beton) gefällt mir grafisch so unfassbar gut, dass ich gar nicht anders kann, als es hier zu verlinken.

[Verse 1]

I'm returning back to Warsaw with the express train

I left her in the hotel

Saying: "gotta go, i'll have work to do"

Every problem i had already is overdue

I return to the music

as long as the ether i'm given (?)

Half a year and my identity still known to you

Everybody around still beating on foam

You asked: "Where is Fifi?"

He was hidden on the coast

There i spent the whole marble summer, licking wounds

In my head two different worlds bite each other

I want to be beyond the mainstream

But i'm tempted by the platinum's spectrum

On the one hand, i'd like to shrug off writing rap

On the other i'd like to make money, and feel nothing besides

I thought of a new project

Which will crush my writer's block

And crush walls in my head

But now i'm sitting in Warsaw, with a cup of motorized lury (i don't know what lury means)

Being afraid of forgetting the smell of your skin

[Refrain]

Your skin smells like the last days of vacation

Today the air smells like the last days of vacation

rain on concrete, rain on concrete

Your skin smells like the last days of vacation

What good does me the train do if you're not on the station?

And the music breaks like a Hejnal Mariacki (which is a traditional polish trumpet call in Krakow. See here)

[...]

[Verse 2]

People in love want suffering (pathos)

I try to be normal, and for that i have a way

I won't tell you that your presence is like fate

Or finches (or some other birds?)

Or a fucking lotus flower

Rather like the smell of good coffee in the morning

Short sleeves on a warm day, the smell of cut grass

Full tank, empty road, a series of green lights

The radio plays a song of one of your unknown bands

You're like an unexpected tax return

Long weekend for the drowned in the morgues

Where everybody around doesn't sound like

Your voice still asleep

Like the sound of vinyl in the morning

Sound of rain, which beats on the concrete

Dumming on the windows, when you fall asleep alone

Just like with a woman

When you wake up at dusk, immediatly feeling anxious

You grab your jacket, everything is there

Wallet, keys, phone

[Refrain]

And her hair smells like the last days of vacation

[...]

[Verse 3]

The express train coming to a halt

Warsaw station, nobody is waiting for me

Incognito, since i have no beard

Don't try to find me on the internet, there are no posts

My words are always modest, without any embellishment

My Intentions are good, there are no spikes

My life changes since i began to sing in polish

Now i got to flee, see you in the wax (?)

[Refrain]