As a person from Russia I do feel the horrid fear when something refers to GULag. Actually, in USSR this word was use not only for the Agency which controlled all the force labor camps but the very camps which ment the way to grave. So I do support the view that it sounds like "funeral music". Being in a camp usually ment finishing your life in a camp. Over 1 million people died there. Over 1 million people lost their hopes, dreams and ways there.
It seems to me that the "I" in this song is the prisoner who is totally sure what his life is going to be, he knows what the way he is going and what waits him in the end of this way. But it doesn't make him less intrepid, although he has already realised that the morning will never come.
They call it night.
"They call"! But it's clear for him is not a night, because after the night the day will come, but their day will not begin. He knows it well. Despite that he isn't going to persuade anyone, to make them think in his way, because the loss of hope is the loss of humanity.
May be they call it night but even they know it's not. I feel it through the music. It is clear that the prisoner isn't the only one who plays. There is the orchestra - ОркеÑÑ‚Ñ€ ГУЛага.
And i feel it through the history. I live in the town where the force labor camp was placed from 1947 to 1951. That is still in the air.
If you want to try to realise the horror of the catastrophe I advise you to attempt to read The Gulag Archipelago by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn. To tell the truth, it is next to impossible to read. We should be thankful we live in quite humane time
As a person from Russia I do feel the horrid fear when something refers to GULag. Actually, in USSR this word was use not only for the Agency which controlled all the force labor camps but the very camps which ment the way to grave. So I do support the view that it sounds like "funeral music". Being in a camp usually ment finishing your life in a camp. Over 1 million people died there. Over 1 million people lost their hopes, dreams and ways there.
It seems to me that the "I" in this song is the prisoner who is totally sure what his life is going to be, he knows what the way he is going and what waits him in the end of this way. But it doesn't make him less intrepid, although he has already realised that the morning will never come.
They call it night.
"They call"! But it's clear for him is not a night, because after the night the day will come, but their day will not begin. He knows it well. Despite that he isn't going to persuade anyone, to make them think in his way, because the loss of hope is the loss of humanity. May be they call it night but even they know it's not. I feel it through the music. It is clear that the prisoner isn't the only one who plays. There is the orchestra - ОркеÑÑ‚Ñ€ ГУЛага. And i feel it through the history. I live in the town where the force labor camp was placed from 1947 to 1951. That is still in the air. If you want to try to realise the horror of the catastrophe I advise you to attempt to read The Gulag Archipelago by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn. To tell the truth, it is next to impossible to read. We should be thankful we live in quite humane time