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Три речи

Чуј исповест
И моју тајну
Рођену у једном
Напуштеном срцу
 
У три речи
Рећи ћу ти о себи све
Ствари свог срца
Које су драгоцене
 
Дај ми твоје руке приђи
Предај ми се
Веруј ми
Жудња си моја
 
У три речи само
Патње су моје
А те речи су
Свиђаш ми се
 

Трећи Септембар

Све не то, Све није тако:
Ти - мој пријатељ, а ја твој непријатељ
Како тако све код нас?
Био је април, и у љубави ми смо се клели, али, нажалост,
Пролетио је жути лист булеварима Москве.
 
РЕФ:
Треће септембра је дан опраштаја,
Дан, кад се изгоре ломаче јаребика,
Ко ломаче, изгоре објећања.
Дан, кад сам сасвим сам.
 
Окренићу календар -
И поново је треће септембра.
На фото твоје погледаћу -
И поново је треће септембра.
Ал, зашто,
Ал, зашто смо морали да се растамо?
Ма било све озбиљно
Другог септембра.
Ал, зашто,
Ал, зашто смо морали да се растамо?
Ма било све озбиљно
Другог септембра.
 
Ждрал бијел клин, твоја кћер и мој син...
Још увијек оће доброте и теплоте.
Ми у љубав, ко у игру,
На хладном вјетру смо играли,
Ал' дош'о је сам...
 
Реф.
 

April

He said: who put this river here?
Someone drew on the landscape
a scenery for our story.
Whole spots of heather, poppies,
broom. It was told even in Terena
that April had not been so green
 
in a long time. Yes, it had rained a lot
that year, but it was no coincidence,
neither morning's sky on the castles
with grown grass inside and outside the walls,
nor our first night, that
 
in which they waited for me in another place.
Alone, with no protection but
my own loneliness, I was where you
could find me. And together we then went back up
that wet road. It was already raining in April
and we didn't knew it.
 

Whoever doesn’t work, he mustn’t eat!

“Communism ruined us” – they tell us every day –
“Communism is to blame, that we won’t eat today!”
Communism destroyed the nation – yeah, we’ve heard this all before,
But people, communism’s been gone for 30 years, and more! X2
 
It was what it was – there were troubles
Three decades ago – they don’t concern me.
I live today, in these shitty days
And I know that communism is the solution and my way. X2
 
There was no will, no freedom, and no guts

Good Day, America

I have seen her open her window,
and the silence ended.
I have seen her leave contented,
in search of her song.
 
With life under her arm,
her voice upon her shoulders,
it was beautiful to see in her eyes
all the splendor of God.
 
America, yes sir,
today it rises before the sun.
 
Everything has started to sing in South America,
It is a way of life with men and the light.
 
Good day, America, America, America
Good day, America, America, America
Good day, America, America, America,
South America
(x2)
 

It is a wonder that circles from the air
to the honest hand of a friend,
from the good will of the sun,
to the infinite heart of work,
because those are the cardinal points of America.
America, young girl, I prefer the danger of loving you
to waiting for destiny on my knees.
If one is reborn after life,
I am still left with the hope of death.

 
How beautiful it is to see her awake
after having slept so long.
Her hair full of stars
is a happy mountain range.
Her hands full of clay
kneads the new bread,
the same divine clay
from which brought us Adam.
 
America, yes sir,
today it rises before the sun.
 
Everything has started to sing in South America,
It is a way of life with men and the light.
 
Good day, America, America, America
Good day, America, America, America
Good day, America, America, America,
South America (x2)
 
South America
 
South America
 

Cinderella

Is there a place for a dream
in this tangled world
for stories with 'once upon a time...'
that nobody wrote?
 
Chorus:
 
Cinderella is neither a story
nor a dream

Isaiah 9

A boy has born
To us a son is given
He's God himself
He live in me
Under its wings
I hide
 
And Your name is wonderful
Glory to the Prince of Peace
 
The sky starts to open
The whole earth has bent to you
Christ, king of kings
Came to get us
 
Take us in Your hands
Through the doors of the city
In the New Jerusalem
Your bride will come in
 
A boy has born
To us a son is given
He's God himself
He live in me
Under its wings
I hide
 
And Your name is wonderful
Glory to the Prince of Peace
 
The sky starts to open
The whole earth has bent to you
Christ, king of kings
Came to get us
 
Take us in Your hands
Through the doors of the city
In the New Jerusalem
Your bride will come in
 
The sky starts to open
The whole earth has bent to you
Christ, king of kings
Came to get us
 
Take us in Your hands
Through the doors of the city
In the New Jerusalem
Your bride will come in
 
The sky starts to open
The whole earth has bent to you
Christ, king of kings
Came to get us
 
Take us in Your hands
Through the doors of the city
In the New Jerusalem
Your bride will come in
 

O Leader from Jerusalem

O Leader from Jerusalem,
redeemer of the weak,
as a refuge, as a light,
in the town of Bethlehem
 
In a night when the cold fell,
on a simple mat of grass,
like a candle being lit in the dark,
you were born, my
O Jesus, Jesus,
O Jesus, Jesus
 
O Leader from Jerusalem,
redeemer of the weak,
as a refuge, as a light,
in the town of Bethlehem
 
O light of love,
show us the true path,
O kindness that was crucified,
give us your holy words,
when you walked stumbling on Golgotha1,
as a shepherd who died2
so that sin is removed
 
O Jesus, Jesus,
O Jesus, Jesus
 

• 1. Hill where Jesus was crucified according to the Gospels.
• 2. Literally, 'dissolved'.

After Your ressemblence

Once a week even in Heaven is a holiday,
angels are sitting on the grass bursting in the sun
Smells like meat rolls and beer as in the past lives
highlanders are understanding something else from 'virtue'
 
All the old sinners are singing in a choir
They didn't expect God to have humour
There are some rebels smoking marijuana
Who cares now for Carmina Burana?
 
Chorus:
 
It's no bad thing
that we're made after Your ressemblence
It's no bad thing
that we're made after Your ressemblence
 
After so many falses, God takes the mike
and says: 'Guess it's case for someone to give the tone
Got some professionals, a little percent
I'm giving Janis Joplin access to Jim Bean
 
May Jim Morison and Hendrix come more in front
Tone deafs are not learning even in another life
that it's a command given by me, the one from above
and that's: 'Any false is a sin in plus!'. '
 
Chorus
 
'I'd love a gig of 1000 voices
and the one who's got a tuxedo, may give a shot of scotch
And if it'll happen to hear one more false note
I'm calling some guy, Strauss to introduce you to the waltz!
 
And in the movie 'Woodstock' it's just better
In my opinion, well, it's all up to me
that we'll do it next week,
But if you annoy me, I'll give you only still water!'
 
Chorus
 

The Leaden Plates of Romm's Printing Works

Like fingers reaching out between the bars
To seize the bright air of freedom
We moved through the night to steal
The leaden plates of Romm’s Printing Works
Dreamers who had to become soldiers
We converted spirit of lead into bullets.
 
As once again we lifted the seal
To enter into the shelter of the ancient cave,
Armored with shadow, lit by lamps,
We spilled the letters – line after line –
Just as our forefathers in the Temple
Poured the oil into the festive menorahs.
 
By the casting of bullets the lead
Illumined thoughts – letter after letter melted.
One molten line from Babylon, another
From Poland, flowed into the same mold.
Jewish bravery once hidden in words
Must now strike back with shot!
 
Whoever saw this ammunition strapped round
The brave Jewish boys in the ghetto,
Saw Jerusalem struggling for life,
The fall of those granite walls.
Whoever understood the fiery words
Recognized their voices in his heart.
 

A Wagon of Shoes

The wheels they drag and drag on,
What do they bring, and whose?
They bring along a wagon
Filled with throbbing shoes.
 
The wagon like a khupa
In evening glow, enchants:
The shoes piled up and heaped up,
Like people in a dance.
 
A holiday, a wedding?
As dazzling as a ball!
The shoes — familiar, spreading,
I recognize them all.
 
The heels tap with no malice:
Where do they pull us in?
From ancient Vilna alleys,
They drive us to Berlin.
 
I must not ask you whose,
My heart, it skips a beat:
Tell me the truth, oh, shoes,
Where disappeared the feet?
 
The feet of pumps so shoddy,
With buttondrops like dew —
Where is the little body?
Where is the woman too?
 
All children's shoes — but where
Are all the children's feet?
Why does the bride not wear
Her shoes so bright and neat?
 
'Mid clogs and children's sandals,
My Mama's shoes I see!
On Sabbath, like the candles,
She'd put them on in glee.
 
The heels tap with no malice:
Where do they pull us in?
From ancient Vilna alleys,
They drive us to Berlin.
 

Ballad about Gigo Bosnić

Basketball club 'Koševo' was a good team
Boro, Skeli, Cuba, Trile
We know everyone by heart
But they ruled that 'fildžan' league
Because of legendary captain, Gigo Bosnić
 
It was the golden age of our basketball
Russians sent 5-6 coaches to the Siberia
And we discussed who had better rollings -
Gigo or Delibašić*
 
On May 23rd, against Basketball club 'Alhos'
Very important people came to see him
But Gigo partied with his crew the whole night
He wasn't very precise that day
 
A little bit of effort and a lot of talent
A few injuries and few sips of 'Vecchia'*
Suddenly, Gigo Bosnić knocked on the door
Of the forgotten champions
 
Something happened inside his head
He started talking about politics, about nationalities
He is buying everybody drinks, he says that he works for the party
The percentage under 31, he visited Gazimestan*
 
A little bit of effort and a lot of talent
A few injuries and few sips of 'Vecchia'*
That April, Gigo found himself next to the howitzer
He finally had the entire town beneath him
 
For all of the steps
For every injustice by the referees
For every missed point
For every girl that didn't like him
For Koševo, for Vratnik, for Malta*
For the entire world
Gigo Bosnić is now loading caliber 155
 
In the trench, in dark, next to the 'Koševo' court
Scoreboards were burnt, the construction had fallen
And I just want to ask one thing:
Would it all be different
If he scored that 3 points against 'Alhos'?
 
A little bit of effort...
 

Paths

Paths that are now disappearing

Your Dreams

Up there, far beyond the stars,
On the other side of the mirror

Even You're With Him

You are the best decoration that i can put on my bed
Watching scary movies
Drinking beer until daybreak
Snuggling, filling your back with kisses
Dying to do it every night and never left you
 
I know that all this is just a come-and-go
Let's delay the train ticket a little bit
You haven't left and I'm already missing you
 
Even though you're with him
I know the night passes with you thinking of me
Just dare yourself to test me
And I'm not going to fail you
 
That even though you're with him
He won't know how to make your skin shiver like me
Just dare yourself to test me
And I'm not going to fail you
 
I like knowing a lot of things about you
My house is more beautiful if you're here
My parents adore you, my dogs misses you
And all of that in a trip to Madrid
 
Imagine a date without Limitations
That you dont have to give no one explanations
Whole live composing you songs
Traveling and destroying every mattresses
 
And now look at me in the face
And tell me that you wouldn't like me to kiss you now
If yesterday you confessed to me that with him is a little rare
That he does not know what to do, that he turns his back
That you still do not clarify
But you can see in your eyes that
 
Even though you're with him
I know the night passes with you thinking of me
Just dare yourself to test me
And I'm not going to fail you
 
That even though you're with him
He won't know how to make your skin shiver like me
Just dare yourself to test me
And I'm not going to fail you
 
Just dare yourself to prove me
in my sweatshirt still lingers your perfume
And shortly, this desire to see you is slowly consuming me
Oh-oh (Consume)
 
You are the best decoration that i can put on my bed