IVA NOVA

Anastasia Postnikova - vocals, synthesizer, percussion Natalia Potapenko - accordion, tambourine, screaming Ekaterina Fedorova - drums, electronics, percussion, screaming Galina Kiseleva - bass, back vocals

Special guests: Mikhail Kolovsky (Saint-Petersburg, Auktyon) - tuba (3, 8, 9) Egor Popov (Saint-Petersburg, Markscheider Kunst) - trumpet (3, 8, 9) Anton Boyarsky (Saint-Petersburg, Markscheider Kunst) - trombone (3, 8, 9) Boris Shitikov (Moscow) - Ball, chain, hose (5)

In the song «Waltz. The seller of silence» took part: Antti Paalanen (vocal, Finland) Elena Schönfeld (vocal, Germany) Cécile Toullec (vocal, France, Anatomie Bousculaire) Arnold de Boer (vocal, Netherlands, The Ex, ZEA)

Recorded in the concert hall «Opera», «RED WAVE» studio and «Red Triangle Manufacturing» Published by «Geometry»

Soundproducer: Denis Antonov Soundengineers: Pavel Lazarev, Sergey Ryltsev Technical support: Artur Nizamutdinov Mastering: Boris Istomin

Art: Sofia Borka Design: Inna Makuta Photo: Maria Krugovaya Translation: Evgenia Ylyankina

© 2018, Iva Nova, Saint-Petersburg

**MOTHER`S CRY **

Cross on the left, body on the right Sick of sewing the wounds in the heart Sick of burying and praying and all of this kind For a portrait

The war sky is too thin To grab bunches of stars To fly higher than bullet With bare arms

A symbol of race on the shoulder «Speak, where are the supplies? Where`s everyone? Who should we beat?» — The rain and the leader get cross

«They`ve rolled behind the moon, Under her skirt, so soon, No chance, no hope To return them!» — cried mother.

DON`T WANT IT!

In your family they sing in the sleep In mine they shout and they kneel, They close their mouths by the weeds of words And their ribs are locked

To be ordinary To spill from the bucket of universe Towards the earth Like a senseless speech — I don`t want it!

Not a single drop left inside me And your inner seas lose anchors Haven`t eaten whole day — a hole in my chest Deep like courage

To be ordinary To spill from the bucket of universe Towards the earth Like a senseless speech — I dont want it! Dont want it!

**LITTLE QUAIL **

Quail, quail... Drank too many cocktails little quail! Danced, Danced, danced barefoot, Either laughed or cried aloud, Boys looked at her, getting ready to sting

She barely breathed when she got to the village Old women moved back —no rings on her fingers! Except for the neighbours, wolfs traces all around No pity, no way, hell grasp, hell grab

Young fool Head in the pool Inspired by his anger Flew, swearing A hangman without a sword Roaring with stones Messed up her clothes Let her slip, let her go

She got late after dark — no spot, no mark

Sad and tipsy, fringe all on one side She roamed through the pubs like a shadow First smiled then saw no point, no light Followed by doubt in every mirror

**THROUGH THE WOODS **

Take me to some hidden place Through the woods and through the moors Tuck up your Skirt and let`s go dance No shame to be clumsy if you trust

Beckon me by the sunset to go out To measure sunflower fields by my feet To catch the flies on the run To fall into the grass, no shame to be funny If you trust

**FADING FACE **

Light. The public`s still Their aloof faces Held a trace of beauty Dissolved in the a ton Of misery

The land of blindness Of the allowed flattery Play as if you haven`t Lost your honour Here

Knock down from the sky This pale ball for us Cut in half Its copper pulp Yourself

**A DREAM **

People are leaking into the veins of the tube Fuss on their faces Eyebrows like laces Hard breath, chaos and pandemonium Maybe just a dream Maybe something real

My voice is discreet, my coat is too tight And my heart`s no good Breaking from inside A tiny god weighing like a pod Cannot fall asleep But his dream is deep

**UBA HOBA **

Were the sun simpler Iy would smile without hesitation Were the childhood brighter It would warm the heart with its radiation Were there fishes inside They would fly in any direction Were the nights white Sleep like a flash Survive as you wish Who are you —not a friend, not a bride Moved from one to another site Her hair is grey like clouds Dumped in rusty piles Who are you — fate or chance, Who are you? You deaf you hollow A rolling stone A pain in the bone By day out of place A ghost a maze

Uba Hoba

**UNSORROW **

Comets fall somewhere Hitching sky with their tails Chewing at the speed of light Rails and whales and bread’s grains Radars catch the strokes of planet bodies Magnet pairs Produce one another Pain, and passion, and pain, all again The ark’s engines are roaring People keep watching keep hoping They’re covered with the planet’s sound Like with the snow with the ground And nothing is left around

**WALTZ «The seller of silence» **

The seller of silence falls on the bed at midnight, His stone hands Are tired of drawing the words. From country to country, like an early bird shaking its head, Flies the writer, With his rustling letters. The collector of times folds the pages’ corners, A forgotten language comes to life like a town near a river. Without bread you pigeons Cannot embrace the sky Without words we savages Cannot get each other right.

Sinä minulle sanoy voitko olla nyt jo hiljaa Sinä minua ymmärätko, sinä munua kuulet (FIN)

Le vendeur de silence, le parfum de nos transes Quand tu nes pas là Feuillette nos connivences et confronte nos absences Quand tu nes pas là (FR)

Fliße mit mir im Sprachfluss an Abgelegenr Orte Aus der Frene wird Nähe dank wundersamer Worte (DE)

Len wurd seit mear as tûzen bylden, stopt tiid yn`e mûle Tink net dat in wurd gjin skiednis hat, lit har net gûle (FRYSK)