An interpretation of Vasyl Symonenko's poem, in a French translation by Marc Georges.
Almost two years ago a friend and I recorded this poem in French in a hostel in Berlin, just messing around. Later I remembered how it sounded and it felt like a good reference for this track.
So I took the French translation and ran it through a synthesized Google Translate voice, to make it sound melancholic and robotic at the same time. Then layered it over the music and processed it.
Then I had to make a video. Turned out I didn't have enough footage, so I went out and shot new things in a hurry and dug up some very old ones.
