One Hundred Lullabies
One Hundred Lullabies

One Hundred Lullabies

Сто колыбельных
2024
Music Composer
Location (country) Russian Federation

Indie pop outfit TERELYA delivers a hauntingly intimate meditation on sleeplessness, devotion, and residual grief with their track “Сто колыбельных” (“One Hundred Lullabies”). Grounded in atmospheric soundscapes and striking narrative imagery, the song weaves a delicate balance between a soothing nocturnal hymn and a dark, inescapable anxiety. It stands out as a compelling showcase of the project’s ability to infuse contemporary indie pop with theatrical depth and folk-like storytelling.

Musically, “Сто колыбельных” builds on soft, hypnotic minimalism that mirrors the late-night hours it describes. The instrumentation creates an understated space—a gentle rhythm paired with ambient textures—allowing the vocal performance to sit front and center. Delicate phrasing mimics a soft lullaby, yet an underlying harmonic tension ensures the track never feels entirely safe, leaning subtly into dark-pop territory.

Thematically, the piece explores the lengths one goes to protect a loved one from unseen trauma or haunting memories. The lyricism juxtaposes domestic softness (“beads and silk,” sleeping tight) against eerie, folklore-adjacent motifs of “black water” and unseen figures lurking in the dark. The narrator operates as both a guardian, fighting phantom battles through the night, and an observer burdened by an unyielding absence.

The second verse shifts the lens toward a grounded, theatrical reality, introducing a dramatic cat pacing the windowsill and the mundane agony of pacing from wall to wall. This domestic setting quickly dissolves back into psychological haunting: no matter how hard the narrator tries to step away, a phantom shadow bearing the subject’s face is hung above the bed. It transforms a simple song of comfort into a poignant study of persistent obsession and ghostly memory.

Ultimately, “Сто колыбельных” is a mesmerizing entry in TERELYA’s repertoire. It captures the quiet turbulence of 3:00 AM thoughts, capturing the twilight zone where caretaking bleeds into heartache. For listeners of atmospheric indie pop seeking narrative depth wrapped in shimmering production, this track is a quiet triumph.

Lyrics / Versuri

🎵 Original

Сто колыбельных для тебя, сто снов про тебя
А где ты была, где плохо спала
Кто там смотрел из темноты, где плакала ты
Накликала беды у чёрной воды

Всю ночь я за тебя борюсь, в окошко смотрюсь
Не выйдет — и пусть, не выйдет — и пусть
И гром давным-давно прошёл, и всё хорошо
И бисер, и шёлк, спи-спи, мой дружок, а-у-у-у

Сто колыбельных для тебя, сто снов про тебя
А где ты была, где плохо спала
Кто там смотрел из темноты, где плакала ты
Накликала беды у чёрной воды

Кошка-артистка ломает на подоконнике драму
Клянчит кусочек луны, высоко-высоко плачет
А я гуляю от стены до стены
Стоит определиться, хватит
Как это всё напрасно, в конце концов
Кто-то вешает над моей кроватью
Тень, у которой твоё лицо

Сто колыбельных для тебя, сто снов про тебя
А где ты была, где плохо спала
Кто там смотрел из темноты, где плакала ты
Накликала беды у чёрной воды
Сто колыбельных для тебя, сто снов про тебя
А где ты была, где плохо спала
Кто там смотрел из темноты, где плакала ты
Накликала беды у чёрной воды
Сто колыбельных для тебя, сто снов про тебя
А где ты была, где плохо спала
Кто там смотрел из темноты, где плакала ты
Накликала беды у чёрной воды

🌍 EN

A hundred lullabies for you, a hundred dreams of you
And where were you, where you slept so poorly
Who was watching from the darkness, where you wept
You called down misfortune by the black water

All night I fight for you, I stare into the windowpane
If it doesn’t work out — so be it, if it doesn’t work out — so be it
And the thunder passed long ago, and all is well
Beads and silk, sleep, sleep, my friend, ah-oo-oo

A hundred lullabies for you, a hundred dreams of you
And where were you, where you slept so poorly
Who was watching from the darkness, where you wept
You called down misfortune by the black water

The artist-cat breaks into a drama on the windowsill
Begs for a piece of the moon, cries high, high above
And I pace from wall to wall
It’s time to make up my mind, enough
How futile it all is, after all
Someone hangs above my bed
A shadow that has your face

A hundred lullabies for you, a hundred dreams of you
And where were you, where you slept so poorly
Who was watching from the darkness, where you wept
You called down misfortune by the black water
A hundred lullabies for you, a hundred dreams of you
And where were you, where you slept so poorly
Who was watching from the darkness, where you wept
You called down misfortune by the black water
A hundred lullabies for you, a hundred dreams of you
And where were you, where you slept so poorly
Who was watching from the darkness, where you wept
You called down misfortune by the black water