What are you listening to right now?

Splean - Dusty Tale We walked the road, seeking our fate, In one village, an old man let us stay for the night. We drank strong moonshine – the host was kind to us, A river flowed outside the window, a pine forest rustled. I drink a little more than I can, but less than I want, When I drink, I don't sing – I don't sing, I shout. No one will shut my mouth, no one will forbid my dance, But then the old man said, "Let me," and began his story. Ivan was fabulously rich but had no children. Ivan set a large oak table and invited guests. He slept with a widow – the widow said, "Wait. Now it's winter; I'll give birth when the rains come." Ivan, happy, snored like a Red Army regiment. He slept soundly when a wolf appeared to him in a dream. The wolf said, "If you want a daughter, throw your head into the fire. If you want a son, give me your right hand. Don't be stubborn like a donkey, be pure as a tear, But know – if you want to deceive, the widow will give birth to a goat." Having said all this, the wolf disappeared, and Ivan opened his eyes. The widow lay on her side, stroking her rear. Ivan quickly put on his boots and trousers, Harnessed three swift black horses, and the horses galloped. Ivan rode for four days to Kudykina Mountain. There, on the mountain, lived his friend Makar, all in gold and silver. Makar worked as a city guard and squandered his earnings. Learning about Ivan's trouble, he said, "Let's catch the beast." They set traps along the forest paths. A lion, an owl, and a hare were caught, but not the wolf. The friends found some food and rushed into the forest. While chasing the wolves, spring ended. Ivan drank wine all summer, wandering along the swamps. The widow sat by the window, stroking her belly. One August day, hearing Ivan's cry, The widow grabbed kerosene and set the reeds on fire. It was a kind of signal – a fire blazed. September had not yet arrived when Makar arrived. Makar pushed aside the reeds and looked through the fire. And there was Ivan, headless, and where was his hand? Makar cursed, "Damn it," but quietly, not out of malice. The widow didn't wait for the rains and gave birth to a goat. Twelve years have passed since then; Makar went to jail for bribery. The goat was put in the garden, and the goat became lame. Ivan is buried near the swamps – it's quiet there, no one around. And colorful reeds grow from his chest. The old man finished, quietly stood up, and opened the hayloft for us. The friends fell asleep that very hour, and only I didn't sleep. I thought, looking at the moon, what happened to the widow. All night, through the snoring of my friends, I heard a wolf's howl