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Santa Maria of the Sea

Little Madonna, who looks out over the sea,
Santa Maria,
with your cloak the color of blue sky,
Santa Maria.
Little Mother of the son of God,
keep us in your thoughts,
and remember the sorrows that, without speaking,
my eyes reveal.
 
An abundant rain,
Santa Maria,
gives us wheat in the fields—
thousands of flowers, too.
And protect us always,
Santa Maria.
Give us all of your love
and the light of Heaven.
 
Little Madonna of gracious love,
if they beg you
and they implore you with much fervor
that you help them—
Little Mother of the son of God,
because your story
is the story of so many souls
that are devout
 
An abundant rain,
Santa Maria,
gives us wheat in the fields—
thousands of flowers, too.
And protect us always,
Santa Maria.
Give us all of your love
and the light of Heaven.
 
An abundant rain,
Santa Maria,
gives us wheat in the fields—
thousands of flowers, too.
And protect us always,
Santa Maria.
Give us all of your love
and the light of Heaven.
 
Give us all of your love
and the light of Heaven.
 

Remember Maria

Tomorrow, at midnight, the entire earth
will sing for you, Ave Maria.
I am alone on my knees on the stone
and I come to tell you to remember.
Remember me in a white dress
when love was close to me.
And I said yes, Maria des Anges,
yes, forever, Mary, remember?
And I loved him so much—
more than my life—
but one day,
he left.
 
At the foot of the cross tonight, Maria,
me—I come to confess to you my sorrow.
I am but a child but I love him.
On my knees, I pray to you: give him to me.
I am but a child but I love him.
On my knees, I pray to you: give him to me.
 

Stojne le, Stojne

Stojne le, Stojne, beautiful Stojne,
I'm exausted, Stojne, I'm tired
Of people talking about me, Stojne,
Of people making fun of me.
Of people talking about me, Stojne,
Of people making fun of me.
 
For I come here every night, Stojne,
To your doors on high.
Hopefully, I will overhear your voice, Stojne,
hopefully, you'll come to the doors.
Hopefully, I will overhear your voice, Stojne,
hopefully, you'll come to the doors.
 
Stojne le, Stojne, beautiful Stojne,
Look at me just once.
Look at me just once, Stojne,
Wink at me just once.
Look at me just once. Stojne,
Wink at me just once.
 

Georgi Was Left An Orphan

Georgi was left an orphan,
without a father, this Georgi, but with a mother.
 
So his mother raised him,
he bacame a big lad.
 
Wonders his mother, she wonders,
what craft to choose for him.
 
She chose, his moher, she chose,
to make him a goldsmith.
 
A young goldsmith in the village,
to make bracelets, rings.
 
Georgi was pouring gold,
pouring gold, he was.
 
Twice his face was shining,
twice shined, threefold shined on.
 

Dear Stano

Dear Stano, pure Stano,
When did you grow, dear, when did you grow?
When did you grow, dear, when did you grow,
A grown woman you've become!
 
A grown woman you've become!
A grown woman, dear, ready for marriage.
With your cherry eyes,
Whoever you see, dear, you burn him.
 
Whoever you see, you burn him.
You saw me, dear, and you burnt me, too.
You saw me, dear, and you burnt me, too.
You burnt me, dear, burnt me so bad.
 

MONOPOL

[Uvod: Ariana Grande]
Da
 
[Stih 1: Victoria Monet]
Bila sam na igri, gde si bio?
Prava zaštita sa mojom dušom, gde si bio?
Da li je tvoj GPS čak i tamo, gde ste bili?
U stvari, nije me briga gde si bio
 
[Refren: Victoria Monet]
Loše vibracije, skloni se od mene
Odlazi odavde sa tom jebačinom
Tretiraj moje ciljeve kao svojinu
Sakupi ih kao Monopol
Verovatno neću doći ako nema naknade
I ako pokušaju da me zaustave
Skrenem u oba smera, dihotomiju
 
[Posle-Refren: Victoria Monet & Ariana Grande]
Volim žene i muškarce (Da)
Radiš tako jebeno mnogo, treba ti blizanac, blizanac, blizanac
Kako si udario u klub i jedva si ušao?
Onda smo pogodile banku, čineći investicije za pobedu, oh
 
[Stih 2: Ariana Grande]
Rekla je, bila sam na igri, gde si bio? (Gde si bio?)
Prava zaštita sa mojom dušom, gde si bio? (Gde si bio?)
Da li je tvoj GPS čak i tamo, gde ste bili? (Gde si bio?)
U stvari, nije me briga gde si bio
 
[Refren: Ariana Grande]
Loše vibracije, skloni se od mene
Odlazi odavde sa tom jebačinom
Tretiraj moje ciljeve kao svojinu
Sakupi ih kao Monopol
Verovatno neću doći ako nema naknade
I ako pokušaju da me zaustave
Pokazujem im svoju diskografiju (Da, da)
 
[Post-Chorus: Ariana Grande]
Volim žene i muškarce (Da)
Radiš tako jebeno mnogo, treba ti blizanac, blizanac, blizanac (Hej)
Bićeš iskren za život ako ti dam svoj PIN (Da)
Iako smo odustale od 90% za pobedu, idemo
 
[Stih 3: Victoria Monet & Ariana Grande]
Bio sam na roli, gde si bio? (Gde si bio?)
Prava zaštita sa mojom dušom, gde si bio? (Gde si bio?)
Da li je vaš GPS čak i tamo, gde ste bili? (Gde si bio?)
U stvari, nije me briga gde si bio
 
[Ariana Grande]
Da, dođavola ne
Nije me briga gde si bio (Oh, da)
Pakao ne (Oh, da)
Rekla je da mi nije stalo
 
[Verzija 4: Victoria Monet, Ariana Grande i zajedno]
Sećaš se kad smo napravili jebeni album od Clickuota? (Ooh)
Nikad ne pratim svoje vokale, zato vičite Ericu Vetru (volim Erica Vetra, čoveče)
Ovo se gradilo, valjda ovo prijateljstvo kao Home Depot (Ooh)
Tako sam zahvalna što radim sa mojom najboljom drugaricom, ona je varalica
Ona je varalica (Da)
 
[Outro: Victoria Monet i Ariana Grande]
Gde si? Gde si bio? (Oh da)
Gde si bio? Gde si, ho? Hej (gde si bio?)
Gde si? Gde si bio, ho? Hej (Mmm, da)
Baš me briga gde si bio, ho (bio)
Gde si bio, Cletus?
Da, ko? (Šta?) Clevis?
Ko je jebote Cletus?
To je od, um
Cletus? Devojka
Otkačeni profesor
Moramo da zamotamo, pet, šest, sedam, osam
Da
 

Hey, My Friend

This good story
Happened in the old forest
There was a boy
With very joyful voice
He sang all day and night
This known refrain:
 
Chorus (x2):
'Hey, my friend, hello!
Sing along with me!
My song is useful and it even
Makes people good.'
 
But once a thief
Caught the little singer
And he left him in the night
With his mouth closed.
Who will sing all day and night
This time the known refrain?
 
Chorus (x2):
'Hey, my friend, hello!
Sing along with me!
My song is useful and it even
Makes people good.'
 
But the thief in the night
Heard the song again
And although he hid himself
Into the deepest woods
He was caught
By this known refrain:
 
Chorus (x2):
'Hey, my friend, hello!
Sing along with me!
My song is useful and it even
Makes people good.'
 
And that thief came back
To the little singer
And then ashamed, he started
Singing along with him
This is how the world was changed
By a single beautiful refrain
 
Chorus (x2):
'Hey, my friend, hello!
Sing along with me!
My song is useful and it even
Makes people good.'
 

The White Monasteries

They are selling them, mother,
The White Monasteries
The White Monasteries, dear mother,
With the black nuns.
 
Everybody wants
To go to a monastery
But nobody has the money, dear mother,
To buy one.
 
Where did he come from
This young jewish boy
The young jewish boy, dear mother,
The merchant one?
 
That wants to
To buy a monastery.
The White Monasteries, dear mother,
With the black nuns.
 
He wants to
To buy the monastery.
To buy the monastery, dear mother,
To build a bazaar there.
 
The nuns are crying
They don't give their monastery
They don't give their monastery, dear mother,
For they don't want it to become a bazaar.
 

Džejsonova pesma(dala sam)

[Verzija 1]
Da, stvarno si pokušao
Ali ja sam posadila sve laži koje si mi rekao, oh
Sva sranja koja si uradio
Ne možeš pobeći onako kako me razumeš
 
[Pre-Refren 1]
Ponašao si se kao da si me kupio po povoljnoj prodaji
Nije te ni briga
Fokusirao ste svoju frustraciju na mali detalj
Iscrpljivala sam ga, kao moj rep
 
[Refren 1]
Kada ne želiš da vidiš devojku koju želim da budem
Onda zašto, zašto bih onda slušala
Ako ne želiš da radiš ono što mi treba od tebe
Zbogom, zbogom
Zato što sam ga dala, dala sam ga, dala sam ga
I vraćam ga nazad
 
[Verzija 2]
Ja nisam lutka u vazduhu, nema slobodnog za sve
Nema roba tvojoj odluci, ooh
Moram naći način da razbijem čaroliju
Da se ​​udaljim od ta dva crna maga
 
[Pre-Refren 2]
Iskoristio si me kao fragment tvog velikog dizajna, hej
A ti, ne možeš da me staviš na dno
Ne shvataš šta je moje, i dobro mi je
 
[Refren 2]
Rekao si da ne želiš da vidiš devojku koju želim da budem
Zašto onda, zašto bih slušala?
Ne želiš da radiš ono što mi je potrebno od tebe
Zbogom, zbogom
Dala sam ga, dala sam ga, dala sam ga
Vraćam ga nazad, dušo
 
[Refren 1]
Kada ne želiš da vidiš devojku koju želim da budem
Onda zašto, zašto bih onda slušala
Ako ne želiš da radiš ono što mi treba od tebe
Zbogom, zbogom
Zato što sam ga dala, dala sam ga, dala sam ga
Vraćam ga odmah
Vraćam ga nazad, dušo
Vraćam ga odmah
 

Only because you loved me

I only sing because you loved me
In the past years.
And in sun, in summer’s premonition
And in rain and snow,
I only sing because you loved me.
 
Only because you held me in your arms
One night and you kissed my lips,
Only for this am I beautiful as an wide-open lily
And I still have a shiver in my soul,
Only because you held me in your arms.
 
Only because your eyes looked at me
With the soul in the glance,
Proudly I adorned the ultimate
Crown of my being,
Only because your eyes looked at me.
 
Only because you noticed me as I passed
And in your glance I saw
My slender shadow passing like a dream
Playing, hurting
Only because you noticed me as I passed
 
Because you hesitantly called me
And you reached for my hand
And you had a dazzle in your eyes
- A complete love,
Because you hesitantly called me.
 
Because, only because you liked it
That’s why my passing remained beautiful.
It was as if you were following me wherever I went,
As if you were passing by somewhere close to me.
Because, only because you liked it.
 
Only because you loved me was I born,
That's why life was given to me.
In the graceless, unfulfilled life
My life was fulfilled.
Only because you loved me was I born.
 
Only for your fine love
Did the dawn give roses in my hands.
So that I light your way for a moment
The night filled the eyes with stars,
Only for your fine love.
 
Only because you loved me so beautifully
I lived in order to multiply
Your dreams, beautiful king
And thus sweetly I die
Only because you loved me so beautifully.
 

The Third Aria of Ivan

Versions: #2
(spoken)
Eventually, our Ivan the Good Guy reached Koschei's place,
Came to his castle, yelled 'Come here, villain!'
And Koschei appeared in front of him, said 'Hey!
You, Ivan, crossed the border and trespassed my territory!'
Ivan came to him, took out his sword, sawed-off shotgun, gat.
Having drunk a big jug of vodka, he told these words:
 
'Hey, dude, you make a mistake when you offended me,
You, shithead, will be crapping for three days because of fear,
I'mma cut your balls off and gouge your blinkers out,
You, dickhead, will remember me for a long time,
I'mma castrate you with my kladenets1,
You, asshole, will say 'good-bye' to your dick,
Come here, mud duck, we're gonna fight each other,
That'll be face to face, face to face,
Face to face, face to face!
 
Bam! Get some strikes, jackass!
Bam! Get some strikes, jackass!
 
Why have you snatched my beautiful fiancée?
I'mma break your skull and piss on your brain,
I'mma tear your ass like a German cross,
You're gonna see that I ain't lying,
Hey, thin motherfucker, there's no sence to howl so loudly,
You're gonna see how I can kill my enemies,
I'mma piss all over you and trample your nose,
You, cocksucker, will see that I ain't joking!
 
Bam! Get some strikes, jackass! (x6)
 
(spoken)
Ivan began hitting motherfucker Koschei to kill!
He fucking kicked his enemy in the ugly mug and struck on the balls, too.
And when he got tired of kicking, he ran to find his wife,
And, being screwed up, Koschei immidiately crawled to the bushes.
 

• 1. Kladenets - in Rusian folklore, it is a mythical sword that has magic power and provides victory over enemies.

Ave Maria

[Esmeralda]:
Ave Maria
Oprosti mi
Što pred Tobom - ne stojim
 
Ave Maria
Ja, koja ne umem da kleknem
 
Ave Maria
Zaštiti me
Od bede, od zla, i od ludaka
Koji vladaju ovom zemljom
 
Ave Maria
Stranci dolaze sa svih strana
 
Ave Maria
Čuj me
Poruši barijere između nas
Koji smo svi braća
 
Ave Maria
Bdi nad mojim danima i mojim noćima
 
Ave Maria
Zaštiti me
Bdi nad mojom ljubavlju i mojim životom
 
Ave Maria
 

Goods

It might seem innocent to you
But even so, it is evident
that not even the most eloquent
and not even thousands of serpent's tongues
could answer me
if someone, among so many people,
including the claircoyants
with their budding visions
sees in recent history
of Orient and Occident
a reason that nourishes
this insane dimension
if my mind does not lie to me
someone among the listeners
could answer me
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes:
If water has an owner
who owns light?
Who owns this soil?
Who profits off of our
sky?
who profits off of our
sun?
 

Dismemory

Guess
Riddle
Older than hope
More common than chicory
It's dismem...ory
 
Guess
Riddle
Like a false accusation
The most faithful story
Is not always mem...ory
This treadmill turns
Swing door
There's no glory
If there's memory
 
If you stay silent you kill it
It's like a skin
You find it if you scratch
Fertile orchard
The flower of the present
Will be born in it
 
This treadmill turns
Swing door
There's no glory
If there's mem...
 
I lost the thread
The thread to this story
I lost the thread
The thread to this
 

45 brains and one heart

Silence!
 
They found
Where they always knew
They were
45 brains and one heart
 
In front of such a discovery
And the amazement of the present ones
They saw the light, conserved
Like bodies of pharaos
 
Here, without myth or rite
Left to time
Wrapped up in mud
Near some urbanization
45 brains and 1 heart
 
Silence!
They're still there in silence
Their longings suspended
Dirty fate
Their dreams whisper
Dirty silence, yes
They're still there
 
They found
Where they always knew
They were
45 brains and 1 heart
 
In front of such a discovery
And the amazement of the present ones
They saw the light, conserved
Like bodies of pharaos
 
The soil made them of themselves and ours
Heaven had them alive and dead
Jewels of modern fortgetfulness
Who forgets, who remembers?
 
45 brains and one heart
 
Silence!
 
Tell me, death, little death of mine
Where will you burn?
The lady answers:
'I will come at dawn
I will come at nightfall
I will come where you will be'
 
My time is not your time
It wanted to explain
That I live in the stones
The ones of today and the ones of yesterday
I am the course of the world
I am only a second
Afterwards there will be no afterwards
 
After eighty years
After eight decades
While I sing
While he plays
While you listen to me
While you breathe
While, during, afterwards
They're still there
In silence
 

Ave Maria

Ave Maria! Virgin of heaven—
Queen of gratitude and pious mother
who always answers the fervent prayer.
Do not refuse this, my broken heart.
Give respite to its sorrow!
My lost soul appeals to you—
and, full of hope, prostrates itself at your feet.
It invokes you and waits for you to give it
the peace that only you can give.
Ave Maria!
 
Hail Mary, full of grace—
Mary, full of grace—
Hail Mary, full of grace—
Hail, hail, Lord—
the Lord is with thee
Blessed are you among women
and blessed—
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, thy womb, Jesus.
Ave Maria!
 

Ave Maria

Ave Maria! Virgin of heaven—
Queen of gratitude and pious mother—
who always answers the fervent prayer.
Do not refuse this, my broken heart.
Give respite to its sorrow!
My lost soul appeals to you—
and, full of hope, prostrates itself at your feet.
It invokes you and waits for you to give it
the peace that only you can give.
Ave Maria!
 

Tenderly, Anne Marie

Anne Marie, tonight you are with me
and the past already no longer exists—
images that now
no longer remain for us.
 
Tenderly, tonight I will dream
about my new life together with you—
but now, love, no,
tell me nothing more.
It is enough for me to imagine the words you will say.
 
And how,
like the first time, you know,
I do not ask you what we are about anymore.
It is enough to just have you here.
But kiss me on the eyes
and tell me good night
so that I can dream.
 
Anne Marie, tonight I will dream
about my new life together with you—
but now love, no,
tell me nothing more.
It is enough for me to imagine the words you will say.
 
It is enough for me just to have you here.
If I close my eyes, touched by your kisses,
I no longer want to think—
I want to fall asleep.
 
Tenderly, love.
 
Anne Marie, love.
 

A Girl Named Mary Rose

I was speeding on a motorcycle on a Monday.
The cold wind ripped into me.
In every street, she was there.
She flagged me down and I stopped.
 
My lights reflected in her eyes
and her hair was the color of yellow wheat.
(Her hair was the color of yellow wheat.)
She was dressed in colorful clothes.
In the meadows together, we picked flowers.
(In the meadows together, we picked flowers.)
 
A girl named Mary Rose—
grass and wheat—
hair blowing loose in the wind.
With my eyes closed, I think of her
and I no longer forget—I don't know.
Now I know that we die alone.
How love hurts!
Mary Rose, how it hurts!
 
The setting sun, the sky fades,
the cold ride back to return.
Distant lights of the city.
Mary Rose, where will she be?
 
The motorcycle still warm in the garage.
Without eating, I throw myself in bed.
(Immediately I throw myself in bed.)
In the dark I see her colorful clothes.
In the meadows together, we picked flowers.
(In the meadows together, we picked flowers.)
 
A girl named Mary Rose—
grass and wheat—
hair blowing loose in the wind.
With my eyes closed, I think of her
and I no longer forget—I don't know.
Now I know that we die alone.
How love hurts!
Mary Rose, how it hurts!
 
With my eyes closed, I think of you,
Mary Rose!
To forget— I don't know.
Now I know that we die alone.
How love hurts!
How it hurts, Mary Rose!
 

End of the Grey

I'm returning from a long journey
From my favourite couple of years
Smoke has been covering my sight
For many days
How long can we wait for it
Time won't heal the wounds
It's been so long
So long on the road
 
And I am leaving you out here at the end of the grey
I give up, although the destination is so close
 
In my dreams, where the road bends
People cry out rains
Don't know how, it's impossible
For rain to drop down from their faces
Grey days, grey whispers
Slipping through my fingers
All I have, in my grey city
Turns into echo-oh-oh
 
Nothing is as good as it used to
Eyes from the windows looking evil
Kids from crying homes
Take out their anger in puddles
Eyes sore from air
I'm hiding under my eyelids
Mothers are wilting
Their lives are kinda less
 
You're leaving me out here at the end of the grey
You're giving up, although you tried so hard
 
In my dreams, where the road bends
People cry out rains
Don't know how, it's impossible
For rain to drop down from their faces
Grey days, grey whispers
Slipping through my fingers
All I have, in my grey city
Turns into echo-oh-oh
 
And the wind blows
Slowly, carrying the fear
When I am knocking on a door
Nobody's there to answer anymore
 
So I am carried by the wind, I am carried by the fog
Stalling impassively
The wind blows, It carries me away
I am being carried, by the years
 
It looks like the end, end of the world
The kids are crying and so am I
The time carrying us, the time carries us
 

There is a celebration in Mouraria

There is a celebration in Mouraria
It is the day of the procession
Of Our Lady of Health.
Even Rosa Maria
From Rua do Capelão
Seems to have virtue.
 
Rich coverlets at the windows,
Loose petals on the ground.
Believing souls, rough people
Faith walks through the alleys:
It is the day of the procession
Of Our Lady of Health.
 
After a short murmur
Profound silence weighs
Over Largo da Guia
The Virgin passes by on a support
Everyone kneels down and prays
Even Rosa Maria
 
As if petrified,
In fervent prayer
Her attitude is such,
That the already defoliated rose
From Rua do Capelão
Seems to have virtue.
 

There is a celebration in Mouraria

Versions: #2
There is a celebration in Mouraria
It is the day of the procession
Of Our Lady of Health.
 
Even Rosa Maria
From Rua do Capelão
Seems to have virtue.
 
Rich coverlets at the windows,
Loose petals on the ground,
Believing souls, rough people.
 
Faith walks through the alleys,
It is the day of the procession
Of Our Lady of Health.
 
After a short murmur
Profound silence weighs
Over Largo da Guia.
 
The Virgin passes by on a support,
Everyone kneels down and prays,
Even Rosa Maria
 
As if petrified,
In fervent prayer
Her attitude is such,
 
That the already defoliated rose,
From Rua do Capelão,
Seems to have virtue.
That the already defoliated rose,
From Rua do Capelão,
Seems to have virtue.
 

Awake, awake lost sheep

Versions: #2
Awake lost sheep
set yourselves free from sin's sleep
and turn over a new leaf soon!
Awake before the trombone rings out
which you terribly calls from the grave
on Judgment Day before the Lord!
 
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The mariachi's celebration

The celebration is about to begin,
decorate those big gates.
The celebration is about to begin,
decorate those big gates.
 
Here
the mariachi is coming
singing tunes with there guitars
and big guitars,
so that the hearts may romp
and be happy.
 
Here... the mariachi is coming
singing tunes with there guitars
and big guitars,
so that the hearts may romp
and be happy.
 
Ay lalala lalay
ay lalala lalay,
take your girl
so she can dance
this beautiful tune.
 
Ay lalala lalay
ay lalala lalay
remove dust
for my heart to romp.
 
The celebration goes on nicely,
all full of happiness.
The celebration goes on nicely,
all full of happiness.
 
Yeees... the mariachi playing,
with their violins,
with their trumpets
for my lovely mother in law
to cheer up
and feel happy.
 
Yeees... the mariachi playing,
with their violins,
with their trumpets
for my lively mother in law
to cheer up
and feel happy.
 
Ay lalala lalay
ay lalala lalay,
take your girl
so she can dance
this beautiful tune.
 
Ay lalala lalay
ay lalala lalay
remove dust
for my heart to romp.
 
It is the mariachi's celebration
what cheers up the heart.
 

Helen of Troy

The neighbourhood can't hold us
We must set sail
What was this sudden thing
Who would expect it..
She was married,
Helen of Troy.
 
They will pay dearly for it
No more jokes.
They will beg and apologise,
We'll see what it means..
The damned
Helen of Troy.
 
Doesn't matter if everyone knows
That she went of her own free will.
We, like kins and insulted lovers,
Will insist
Poor Helen of Troy
Didn't want to.
 

I'm Nothing at all

I'm neither angel nor devil, Who am I? What am I? I am this
I'm not from wind, not from fire, so I'm descended from the earth
It's me and the light of wisdom that dies from the breeze
There's no daylight in my hands, no star on my forehead
It's me and the tight cloak that didn't fit anyone but me
There's no heaven at my doorway, there's no god in my sleeve
I'm not just, I'm not unjust, I'm not evil, nor absolute good
I'm black and white, multicolored, I'm a mix of good and bad
I'm a warm kiss for that lip, it is tonight's trophy
I'm unaware of what waits to ambush me tomorrow
It's me and the tight cloak that didn't fit anyone but me
There's no heaven at my doorway, there's no god in my sleeve
I don't put salt on the wound, it's an eternal burden
I'm not a tired beginning, not a spoiled ending
I'm neither angel nor devil
 

Autumn

Sterner than an icon, dark face,
 
There, in the garden.
 
Tightly shifted eyebrows.
 
The colour of blood, cruel mouth...
 
-I'm waiting, come out...-
 
Splashing, waving with the black crepe:
 
I'm breathing with an open crypt,
 
I'll throw down, weave the mist around
 
The last star
 
I'll bend with bloodless stature.
 
On the slops, on meadows
 
Like a wild hurricane I'll come down,
 
Scatter everywhere braids...
 
To go out before into the boundless world
 
I could not.
 
With secret is shrouded my palace,
 
And for you my accidental friend,
 
I watched out.
 
Do you hear, unsteady rain is dripping,
 
With a bit of rustle...
 
In my broken violin-
 
All of my soul.
 
Listen to the strings, sing with me,
 
With dark, dead and intoxicated...
 
The string squeal and screamed,
 
Here, it's sings, it's calling,
 
And, breaking into a wild run
 
Leaves are dancing on the road,
 
The forest moans in plangent cry,
 
In anxiety the grass start to bow...
 
Past a scary face,
 
Past her tired lips
 
Without no end, they race and race
 
Waterfalls of scarlet leaves.
 
Over the distance in twilight-
 
Airplanes from brocade.
 
Curling into the spiral,
 
Tornadoes are scattered far away.
 
Listen to the strings, sing with me,
 
With dark, dead and intoxicated...
 
We have known free open spaces,-
 
Further, higher, out from the circle we run,-
 
With insomnia and rave
 
We have made each other drunk.
 
In the splash, the rustle and chaos,
 
Where struggling light is dying,
 
I'm flying... Behind me the footprints
 
Autumn sweeps with violin.
 

María Landó

Daybreak bursts out like a statue
Statue with wings that spread out over the city
And the noon-hour sings like a bell made of water
Bell of golden water that won't let us feel loneliness
And the night lifts up its grand goblet
Its grand goblet, the early moon above the sea.
 
But for María there is no daybreak
But for María there is no noon
But for María no moon
Lifts its red goblet above the sea
 
María has no time (María Landó)
To lift up her eyes
María to lift up her eyes (María Landó)
Exhausted by lack of sleep
María exhausted by lack of sleep (María Landó)
And by suffering
María by suffering (María Landó)
Only works
María only works, only works, only works
María only works
And her work belongs to others
 
But for María there is no daybreak
But for María there is no noon
But for María no moon
Lifts its red goblet above the sea
 
María has no time (María Landó)
To lift up her eyes
María to lift up her eyes (María Landó)
Exhausted by lack of sleep
María exhausted by lack of sleep (María Landó)
And by suffering
María by suffering (María Landó)
Only works
María only works, only works, only works
María only works
And her work belongs to others
 
María Landó, María Landó, María Landó
María Landó only works
María Landó only works
María Landó
Only works
María Landó
Only works, and her work belongs to others
 

I'd Like So Much

I'd like so much to watch smile,
With eyes filled with joy, all children.
I'd like so much for people
To be better, without becoming saints.
 
I'd like so much to break the bars
In the windows of all prisons.
I'd like so much for anguished cries
To become, little by little, songs.
 
I'd like to rule (the world) for a moment
So I could bring justice where there is none.
I'd like it if, when I ruled the world,
It were impossible for me to make mistakes!
 
I'd like it so much if those who are responsible
For all the misery that mires this world,
Would live in even greater abject misery
Than those who now endure it, just for a second.
 
I'd like so much for those things to happen
That I know, can never happen at all...
 

Choice without options – that’s all you gave us (VBVVCTND).

Verse 1:
Today is a hard day: they need bread.
They eat what they are given, as if it dinner.
New work, the house is like a crypt.
Did you want a real trap? That’s the trap.
 
Someone's day is the same as it was yesterday.
Smoke that hemp to lose yourself till morning.
50W bulb is in the room, not sconce,
and mean alarm goes off, but it’s not our game.
 
Monday, every day like Monday.
Someone will fall on an old bike
to sell it for hangover.
Celebrate your housewarming while you got a reason.
Someone may fly to you this week.
Lifestyle is boundless.
 
Because you see this guy?
He doesn't have a dad,
he doesn't have money,
he doesn't have a bath.
I know this guy. He has no mom,
so here everybody wants to line the pockets quickly.
 
Chorus 1:
Rob these bitches!
One more crazy day.
Count all these hungry kids.
Poverty (around). That’s why we know the word “dream”.
People in different towns – they have so much pain.
Discharge them, come on.
 
Chorus 2:
Choice without options – that’s all you gave us.
People without hope is poverty.
Now it's time to pay the bills.
Choice without options – that’s all you gave us.
 
Verse 2:
Schoolboy hanged himself in the yard of the house.
Chicks hook up cash for straw.
Dogs bark, someone's lock has been cut,
here will get an alcohol from scrap metal.
 
So bitch, I'm from the underbelly,
my voice is permeated
with cannabis smoke,
not their show-biz.
Watch TV, you're like Alice
in Wonderland. Visa to my world
in 11 kilometers from the city.
 
Another lonely night, but with a pot.
Tomorrow I will find someone's phone in the pipe.
We again have trouble related to dough:
our packs could not find the way in the middle of the home.
 
What's up with this shit?
Let's find suckers to feed the young boys,
to get out of all those debts.
You see, not everyone can avoid to do it every day,
to think out new scripts,
to wait when a new piece falls at our feet.
So, if you’re ready -
 
Chorus 1
Chorus 2
 
Chorus 1
Chorus 2
 

Stockholm

The pulse is pulsating throughout Stockholm
I have to increase the levels in my blood
the bouncer denies me
but bows for hypocrites
I got a slap in the face that night
and I guess I deserved it
when my legs caved in under me
I suddenly felt more alive
 
Stockholm, I've losing it *
I thought those times were over
Stockholm I'm losing it
I'd said that shit was gonna end
Stockholm I'm losing it
I thought those times were over
Stockholm I'm losing it
I'd said that shit was gonna end
 
I'm being thrown into a cab
and driven straight into hell
paying with all that I have
being left ot take the subway home
 
Stockholm, I've losing it
I thought those times were over
Stockholm I'm losing it
I'd said that shit was gonna end
Stockholm I'm losing it
I thought those times were over
Stockholm I'm losing it
I'd said that shit was gonna end
 
Don't wanna be stuck in a crowded jail
and leaving there looking like a mess
not waking up on the ground
gonna end up on a park bench
 
Stockholm, I've losing it
I thought those times were over
Stockholm I'm losing it
I'd said that shit was gonna end
Stockholm I'm losing it
I thought those times were over
Stockholm I'm losing it
I'd said that shit was gonna end
 
Stockholm, I've losing it
Stockholm I'm losing it
Stockholm I'm losing it
Stockholm I'm losing it
I'd said that shit was gonna end
Stockholm I'm loosing it
 

Duhovi

Znam da me čuješ kada plačem
Pokušavam da ih zadržim u noći
Dok spavaš pored mene
Ali tvoje ruke su to što mi je potrebno ovog puta (Ovog puta)
Pogledaj u karte koje smo dobili
Da si bilo ko drugi
Verovatno ne bi izdržao ni jedan dan
Teške suze, parada kiše iz pakla (Iz pakla)
 
Bebo, radiš tako dobro
Bio si tako razumljiv, bio si tako dobar
I stavljam te kroz više nego što bi ikada trebalo
I mrzim sebe zato što ne želiš
Priznaj to da te boli
 
Znam to da ti slama tvoje srce kada plačem ponovo nad njim, mmh
Znam to da ti slama tvoje srce kada plačem ponovo umesto duhova njega
 
Proćićemo kroz ovo, proćićemo kroz ovo, ja sam devojka sa
cela puna prtljaga
Ali te volim, proćićemo kroz ovo, ja sam devojka sa
cela puna prtljaga, da
 
Oh, volela bih da je on ovde umesto
Nikoga koji živi u tvojoj glavi
On je došao samo da me poseti
Kada sanjam s vremena na vreme (Na vreme)
I posle svega što smo prošli (I posle svega što smo prošli)
Toliko toga se može očekivati
Šta je urađeno i šta je rečeno
Ostavi sve ovde u ovom krevetu sa tobom (Sa tobom)
 
Bebo, radiš tako dobro
Bio si tako razumljiv, bio si tako dobar
I stavljam te kroz više nego što bi ikada trebalo
I mrzim sebe zato što ne želiš
Priznaj to da te boli
 
Znam to da ti slama tvoje srce kada plačem ponovo nad njim, mmh
Znam to da ti slama tvoje srce kada plačem ponovo umesto duhova njega
 
Proćićemo kroz ovo, proćićemo kroz ovo, ja sam devojka sa
cela puna prtljaga
Ali te volim, proćićemo kroz ovo, ja sam devojka sa
cela puna prtljaga, da