«Aztec» — Official web site Page 2

a 12 hour long musical festival under the name of «nasekomih style music» has taken place in «front», one of the clubs of st.-petersburg recently. «nasekomih» project — is a collaboration of different creative individuals and groups aimed at promotion of musicians, poets, and artists not known to the general public. these interesting people and their work can be observed during the series of «nasekomih» festivals. this time we introduce to you the band aztec.
the band was initially formed in dec.1997, bringing the present members together by 2001 with the arrival of the new drummer. its style being positive funk. what this band plays is so professional and so fresh that one’s hair stands on end. aztec consists of three participants: andrey on vocals and guitar, oleg on vocals and bass guitar, and yan on percussion.

— what does the idea of music mean to you?
oleg: i believe that all bands can be divided into two categories: the ones where music exists and the ones where it doesn’t without any connection to whether the musicians produce any sounds or not. there either are feelings and drive or they are not!

streets are wounded and almost bleeding
tie up and blow up everything that’s left
restaurant wagon is seldom open in trams
someone has pulled the emergency break
on this direction

in the shadow of the fires of great catastrophes
we are milking the cows of both sexes
place your hands under a warm water tap
you’ll know immediately where the deception was

ulitsy raneny pochti do krovi
vsyo, chto ostalos’ skruti i vzorvi
v tramvayakh redko otrkryt vagon-restoran
na etoi vetke kto-to dernul stop-kran

v teni kostrov bol’shih katastrof
my doim korov oboih polov
ruki podstav’ pod teplyi kran
srazu poimesh, v chem byl obman

streets are wounded and almost bleeding
tie up and blow up everything that’s left
restaurant wagon is seldom open in trams
someone has pulled the emergency break
on this direction

in the shadow of the fires of great catastrophes
we are milking the cows of both sexes
place your hands under a warm water tap
you’ll know immediately where the deception was

ulitsy raneny pochti do krovi
vsyo, chto ostalos’ skruti i vzorvi
v tramvayakh redko otrkryt vagon-restoran
na etoi vetke kto-to dernul stop-kran

v teni kostrov bol’shih katastrof
my doim korov oboih polov
ruki podstav’ pod teplyi kran
srazu poimesh, v chem byl obman

ya pobornik psihopoeziyi
o sekse znayushii iz pervoistochnika
ya poyu gimn vodoprovodchikam
laskayushim truby vo vlasti erozii

ya provozhu rukoyu po temeni
nezhno spolzayu kuda-to po vymeni
ya poteryal bespokoistvo o vremeni
v psihopoezii nashel svoe imya ya

i am an upholder of psychopoetry
knowing sex from the primary source
i praise the plumbers
caressing the pipes in the grip of erosion

i pass my hand over the top of my head
slide down gently somewhere along the udder
i’ve lost my concern about the time
and found my name in psychopoetry

into nowhere, out of nowhere,
i am walking alone at night
neon splash in the sky
purple smoke
people were having fun
summer night flowing
the fleeting saturday
was dying out

i’m so glad — i’m losing my ground
i will only listen and keep silence
the world has turned into sounds
stars are flying into my hands
until morning comes

nikuda izniotkuda
nochyu ya idu odin
v nebe vsplesk neona
purpurnyi dym
gulyal narod
letnyaya noch' tekla
mimoletnyi den' subbotniy
dogoral dotla

ya tak rad — mne slozhno ustoyat'
budu slushat' tol’ko i molchat'
mir prevratilsya v zvuki
zvezdy letyat mne v ruki
do utra

tvoya yunaya plot'
kak palyashiy znoy
zadvigaem dela
davai poydem domoy

razdrazni nagotoi
noch' voshla v prava
yazykom vyzhygay
zapretnyye slova