"Night of the shoulder, a thief at the gates, spinning humming sleep does not give you, I'm back" - so the song "Mill", and as happens in life, spinning wheel, sail, full moon and the planet itself - all of century to century spinning and back to square one, it all starts again. Again, not again, not the same, and different - unfamiliar and unknown. Two years ago, the debut album MILL - ROAD SNA. And just like now, it was spring. But another spring - spring sunshine and flowers, fields and forests - Spring tales. Temporarily gods and brave heroes, dissecting wave "sleep on the street" under heaven peace in their fast boats and fearlessly jump over deeds and miracles. "I sang and sang of the gods of the heroes of the jingle blades and bloody battles." Now is the time, on a different world, whose ghostly border denotes PASS sing. What is this world, you do not know until you decide to make a move. Perhaps it would be less fabulous, but maybe put the eternal story of life just ahead of us in a different guise. But so far in front of the pass, where nothing is certain, where the sky in the clouds piercing the sharp points of the rocks, where the icy wind can cover their tracks faster than everyone, where the night is white, like the day, and The day is as black as the night to find - this facet worlds. The world changes, so does the mill, changing music. It's time to introduce you to another side of the band - Rock, A tough and dynamic, but at the same time passionate and lyrical, seductive and withdrawing for a pass in an unknown world, where everything will be different .. (And perhaps fatally?) . What's next? What is the pass? Who knows ... "I'm going north wind in those regions where pain and fiction. Wear" is all illusion, all fragile, ghostly, as in the night. And just three bright, unquenchable fire, show us the way - love, death and eternal spinning sails, grinding grain into flour worlds (?, Perhaps, flour) images, words and rhymes, talking about love and death. 21st May 2005. "MILL", the new concert program "Pass". CDK May
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