В свете последних событий, эта песня приобретает пророческий характер!!! Кто-то сидит и наблюдает как русские убивают русских и наверно получает от этого огромное удовольствие, его цель достигнута(((((( Этому "Кто-то" за океаном недолго радоваться осталось))))))
В этом треке очень много отсылок к постсоветской массовой культуре, которые иностранцы просто не могут считать в силу незнания контекста. Тот же сериал "Бригада", или кто такой Панин (и один и другой), что за "старый Ватсон" ... дед-кулак, брат-казак, сын-бандит... плач Ярославны, старая песня о главном... тем не менее, чувак заценил текст даже не понимая большинства образов из текста
Жёсткая и сложная для восприятия иностранцами песня, потому что она именно про нас, про русских. Вообще альбом "Русский подорожник" - однозначно шедевр от 25/17. Можешь хоть полностью его отрецензировать, тем более, что видео есть к каждому треку с альбома
Да он ничего не понял, там каждое слово имеет подтекст, а сарказм, не для каждого русского уловим, что уж говорить про тех кто не жил, в этой стране, в это время, а сейчас эта песня, прям дословный пересказ реальности.
Спасибо за реакцию! А теперь еще раз пересмотри клип, все делают хорошее для человека, который совершил ужасный поступок - незнакомые люди помогли с погрузкой, милиционер не оштрафовал, продавец подарил перчатки, а тот.. убил лучшего друга..
@@SatEight Доброго ... Идея интересная, однако вступает в противоречие со следующей сценой - ... На фото близнецы ... Хотя ... Дословно никто в клипе ничего не сказал
dude ... 3:47 POINT of all video - brother buries brother ... later we see mother which show photo of her sons ... review again with respect ... PEACE !!!;)
This text is quite difficult for comprehension, if you are not native-speaker. Subtitles are not very good. I can try to translate it properly, but not sure, I'm able to do it. 1) "It was 90-s, when we were children, USSR had just fallen. Our playgrounds were a construction plants, I remember strong smell of fuel oil, stinging smell of bleaching powder from this years* Criminal Code, part number 121**, Corrado Cottani, Panin*** (Now good Panin - is dead Panin), old TVsitcom "Bandits" was really not bad, buddy, but yet, guys, let me be outspoken - our old Dr. Watson - is the best Dr. Watson amongst other Dr. Watsons****. And then, all our youth passed on headquarter-flats, and all my youth sodden with Acetic Acid*****, and it elapsed in one fleet moment, I even couldn't realize, how it had happened. Then, once I just realized it - I'm not so yang anymore, and, let me be outspoken, my youth was shit, and hey, Macaulay Culkin - is really alcoholic now, Patrick Swayze (from "Dirty Dancing") is not dance anymore, and you know what I think now about all of this? - I think, that the former president Boris Yeltsin, and all his accomplices should be convicted as a criminals for what he did with us. But, all the same, now nagging about our broken youth does not make any sense anymore. Because, if you have a brains, you are understand - something terrible is oncoming on us here, right now. Insane prophet sent me a message recently - "Run from here, boy, go home, to the forest, to you in-the-middle-of-nowhere villiage, because this city (does he means Moscow...? I'm almost sure, yes) has been living according to Biblical lows for a long time, to be precise, - every brother here, in this city, thinks: - "Am I my brother's keeper?"°. The payoff for this will come very soon, the crisis will be resolved: firstly the tanks will be here, in the city. Then - starvation. Then - merely the ashes will remain. And what can you do against it? Nothing. You just a stupid boy, despite you beard, and as far as you alive, you will receive blows and bruises from the fate. If you don't understand it, may be, you should lend some brains from the Wizard of Oz? Chorus: We - are sacred nation, we - are invincible nation, we will slaughter each other soon, for the highest good sake, and happiness of all the people in all over the world. And people from all over the world will watch this show, so, f*king, welcome to our show. And when it will finish, the last of us will open his veins. You are last of us. Me is last of us. Who will be last of us? 2) What banner do you hold in your hand now? And who gave it to you, and what they promised to you for that? - idea of the highest good and global happiness? Money? Or just nothing? May be your battle - is only a shadowboxing? Overall dances on the razer (literally - axe) blade? Our comrade commander ordered us to be happy, so, that's why we constantly destroy, in an attempt to create the new, better world. And finally, we will successed, everything will be ok with the world, I think, the new world will be exactly better, than current, once we will build the perfect paradise for us and people from all over the world , but there in this new paradise - we won't be there anymore. It will be paradise without us. I'm believe in miracle, but at the same time I'm realist - I'm not waiting for "Happy end" - not for us. I know, that our souls need love, but also know that our hearts need lead bullet. And we never will be a part of a decent society, you know, that you will never be trustworthy and well-affected citizen for them, for any of them. Because just look at you - your grandfather is exploiter, "blood-sucker", your brother - kossack, your son - bandit, you grandsons - one in prison, other - is a soldier. It was happen with all of your forebears, it happened to you, it will happen to all of you descendants, you already heard this old song thousands of times, you know, that the tune in it never changes. We need enemy to be united, we need to have a battle banner for this battle, as the placebo effect. "Fly, Fly the Petal"°°and the "Yaroslavna's lament"°°° - are our folk songs about the most important things in the world. Chorus: We - are sacred nation, we - are invincible nation, we will slaughter each other soon, for the highest good sake, and happiness of all the people in all over the world. And people from all over the world will watch this show, so, f*king, welcome to our show. And when it will finish, the last of us will open his veins. You are last of us. Me is last of us. Who will be last of us? *In 90-s, really, children from the boondocks and bad neighborhoods (and in 90s all the Russia turned to bad neighborhood) used construction plants like a places for their games, partly because parents gave them not so much attention, and on construction plant you can always find a lot of interesting things to entertain yourself, partly I don't know why. **refer us to the fact, that AIDS was quite common dicease amongst the yang people in Russia in 90s, I suppose (?...) (but not sure) ***Russian TV and sitcom star, later notorious by his indecent and scandalous behavior, which provoke the hatred of his former fans ****He means, I suppose, soviet movie "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson" 1979 *****I suppose, the poet have a something like a quite criminal past, because "headquarters"- obviously criminal, and Acetic acid - is one of the ingredients of a cheap drug. °That what Cain replies to the Lord, after killing Abel. °° "Fly, fly the petal" - the soviet fairy-tail for kids, which have a moral at the end: - "happiness of one, who near you (and, eventually, all of cosiety) , more important, than your mundane wishes". °°° "Yaroslavna's lament - a snach from ancient Russian chronicle, or literature (I don't remember, from where, exactly) - a lament of women, who's husband left her for war.
25/17-моя крепость. Точно пойдет в плейлист для тренажеров 😉
noooooooooooooooo
Yeeeeeeeeees
В свете последних событий, эта песня приобретает пророческий характер!!! Кто-то сидит и наблюдает как русские убивают русских и наверно получает от этого огромное удовольствие, его цель достигнута(((((( Этому "Кто-то" за океаном недолго радоваться осталось))))))
В этом треке очень много отсылок к постсоветской массовой культуре, которые иностранцы просто не могут считать в силу незнания контекста. Тот же сериал "Бригада", или кто такой Панин (и один и другой), что за "старый Ватсон" ... дед-кулак, брат-казак, сын-бандит... плач Ярославны, старая песня о главном... тем не менее, чувак заценил текст даже не понимая большинства образов из текста
Жёсткая и сложная для восприятия иностранцами песня, потому что она именно про нас, про русских. Вообще альбом "Русский подорожник" - однозначно шедевр от 25/17. Можешь хоть полностью его отрецензировать, тем более, что видео есть к каждому треку с альбома
Awesome as always bro 👌
Да он ничего не понял, там каждое слово имеет подтекст, а сарказм, не для каждого русского уловим, что уж говорить про тех кто не жил, в этой стране, в это время, а сейчас эта песня, прям дословный пересказ реальности.
Сложная для восприятия песня иностранцу
Братан больше 25/17 надо.
Вспомнить всё
25/17 - вспомнить всё
Название группы это 25 глава 17 стих пророка Иезекииля . Библия. Цитата фигурирует в фильме Криминальное чтиво .
Да ладно, неужели, вот это новости😳
now this song is especially relevant
думай сам тоже классный клип
Песня" Подорожник" у них есть глубокий смысл про Ваньку .Русская душа.
Спасибо за реакцию! А теперь еще раз пересмотри клип, все делают хорошее для человека, который совершил ужасный поступок - незнакомые люди помогли с погрузкой, милиционер не оштрафовал, продавец подарил перчатки, а тот.. убил лучшего друга..
Брата близнеца, чувак!
@@ЮнаковИван может, себя?
@@SatEight Доброго ... Идея интересная, однако вступает в противоречие со следующей сценой - ... На фото близнецы ... Хотя ... Дословно никто в клипе ничего не сказал
Ты не понял главного - брата он убил, брата.
Поправка: не "лучшего друга", а родного брата 😞
Не люблю реп, но эта песня хорошая для меня.
Репа - корнеплод, рэп - музыкальный стиль 😉
Блогер! "ты просто мальчик с бородой")
dude ... 3:47 POINT of all video - brother buries brother ... later we see mother which show photo of her sons ...
review again
with respect ... PEACE !!!;)
Лёд 9 Небо (25 17)
Можно ещё 25/17
Стоит посмотреть фильм-Русский рейд,вот ты удивишься современной России)
Сейчас это невероятно актуальная тема... "Будем резать друг-друга за всеобщее счастье" ☹️
я бы подметил не "за", а "на" всеобщее счастье..
Клевый текст равно как и "Девятибально"
Always relish your rewiews. Thanks!
Под цыганским солнцем посмотрите 25/17
Нахер вы реп тулите металлисту ?
Это альтернатива, вообще-то
Потому что этот рэп даже металлисты слушают)
This text is quite difficult for comprehension, if you are not native-speaker. Subtitles are not very good. I can try to translate it properly, but not sure, I'm able to do it.
1)
"It was 90-s, when we were children, USSR had just fallen. Our playgrounds were a construction plants, I remember strong smell of fuel oil, stinging smell of bleaching powder from this years*
Criminal Code, part number 121**, Corrado Cottani, Panin*** (Now good Panin - is dead Panin), old TVsitcom "Bandits" was really not bad, buddy, but yet, guys, let me be outspoken - our old Dr. Watson - is the best Dr. Watson amongst other Dr. Watsons****.
And then, all our youth passed on headquarter-flats, and all my youth sodden with Acetic Acid*****, and it elapsed in one fleet moment, I even couldn't realize, how it had happened. Then, once I just realized it - I'm not so yang anymore, and, let me be outspoken, my youth was shit, and hey, Macaulay Culkin - is really alcoholic now, Patrick Swayze (from "Dirty Dancing") is not dance anymore, and you know what I think now about all of this? - I think, that the former president Boris Yeltsin, and all his accomplices should be convicted as a criminals for what he did with us. But, all the same, now nagging about our broken youth does not make any sense anymore. Because, if you have a brains, you are understand - something terrible is oncoming on us here, right now. Insane prophet sent me a message recently - "Run from here, boy, go home, to the forest, to you in-the-middle-of-nowhere villiage, because this city (does he means Moscow...? I'm almost sure, yes) has been living according to Biblical lows for a long time, to be precise, - every brother here, in this city, thinks: - "Am I my brother's keeper?"°. The payoff for this will come very soon, the crisis will be resolved: firstly the tanks will be here, in the city. Then - starvation. Then - merely the ashes will remain. And what can you do against it? Nothing. You just a stupid boy, despite you beard, and as far as you alive, you will receive blows and bruises from the fate. If you don't understand it, may be, you should lend some brains from the Wizard of Oz?
Chorus:
We - are sacred nation, we - are invincible nation, we will slaughter each other soon, for the highest good sake, and happiness of all the people in all over the world. And people from all over the world will watch this show, so, f*king, welcome to our show. And when it will finish, the last of us will open his veins. You are last of us. Me is last of us. Who will be last of us?
2) What banner do you hold in your hand now? And who gave it to you, and what they promised to you for that? - idea of the highest good and global happiness? Money? Or just nothing? May be your battle - is only a shadowboxing? Overall dances on the razer (literally - axe) blade? Our comrade commander ordered us to be happy, so, that's why we constantly destroy, in an attempt to create the new, better world. And finally, we will successed, everything will be ok with the world, I think, the new world will be exactly better, than current, once we will build the perfect paradise for us and people from all over the world , but there in this new paradise - we won't be there anymore. It will be paradise without us.
I'm believe in miracle, but at the same time I'm realist - I'm not waiting for "Happy end" - not for us. I know, that our souls need love, but also know that our hearts need lead bullet. And we never will be a part of a decent society, you know, that you will never be trustworthy and well-affected citizen for them, for any of them. Because just look at you - your grandfather is exploiter, "blood-sucker", your brother - kossack, your son - bandit, you grandsons - one in prison, other - is a soldier. It was happen with all of your forebears, it happened to you, it will happen to all of you descendants, you already heard this old song thousands of times, you know, that the tune in it never changes. We need enemy to be united, we need to have a battle banner for this battle, as the placebo effect. "Fly, Fly the Petal"°°and the "Yaroslavna's lament"°°° - are our folk songs about the most important things in the world.
Chorus:
We - are sacred nation, we - are invincible nation, we will slaughter each other soon, for the highest good sake, and happiness of all the people in all over the world. And people from all over the world will watch this show, so, f*king, welcome to our show. And when it will finish, the last of us will open his veins. You are last of us. Me is last of us. Who will be last of us?
*In 90-s, really, children from the boondocks and bad neighborhoods (and in 90s all the Russia turned to bad neighborhood) used construction plants like a places for their games, partly because parents gave them not so much attention, and on construction plant you can always find a lot of interesting things to entertain yourself, partly I don't know why.
**refer us to the fact, that AIDS was quite common dicease amongst the yang people in Russia in 90s, I suppose (?...) (but not sure)
***Russian TV and sitcom star, later notorious by his indecent and scandalous behavior, which provoke the hatred of his former fans
****He means, I suppose, soviet movie "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson" 1979
*****I suppose, the poet have a something like a quite criminal past, because "headquarters"- obviously criminal, and Acetic acid - is one of the ingredients of a cheap drug.
°That what Cain replies to the Lord, after killing Abel.
°° "Fly, fly the petal" - the soviet fairy-tail for kids, which have a moral at the end: - "happiness of one, who near you (and, eventually, all of cosiety) , more important, than your mundane wishes".
°°° "Yaroslavna's lament - a snach from ancient Russian chronicle, or literature (I don't remember, from where, exactly) - a lament of women, who's husband left her for war.