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Tamna je noć

Versions: #1
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Tamna je noć
 
Tamna je noć,
Samo meci osvetljuju mrak,
samo vetar je tu muzičar,
jedva zvezde trepere.
U Tamnu Noć
Moja voljena ne spavaš, znam,
i kraj detinjeg kreveta ti
krišom otireš suze.
 
Što Volim Ja
Oka tvojega zanosni sjaj,
Kako bih ga
svojim usnama dotakao.
Ta Tamna noć
moja voljena, razdvaja nas
i ta strašna i crna stepa
odvaja me od tebe
 
Ljubim te ja,
moju prelepu draganu
i ta ljubav od metaka me
u tamnoj noći brani
 
Radostan sam,
mirno spavam u smrtnom polju,
Jer znam s ljubavlju grlićeš me,
šta god da mi se zbilo.
 
Ne bojim je se,
Smrt u polju je stalno kraj nas
Evo i sad
Nadamnom ona divlje vreba
Čekaš me ti,
i kraj detinjeg kreveta bdiš,
i zbog toga sam uveren da
ništa mi neće biti.
 

Zbog tebe, ja polomiću sve

Ja sam kao ptica, koja peva i ne plače
Kao ševa ili kao drozd….
Kada pevam, pevam,
Kada sam reka, tečem,
Kada želim, želim
Od sveg srca.
Ja sam kao ptica, koja peva i ne plače
Ja tražim svoju ljubav, svoju strast….
 
Zbog tebe, ja polomiću sve
Ženo* moja…
Zbog tebe, izigravam sebe
Ženo moja…
 
Zbog tebe biću doktor
Veliki gospodin, bogat i ugledan…
Za tebe biću izumitelj
Mudrac, pobednik, mag neumoran...
 
Zbog tebe, ja polomiću sve
Živote moj…
Zašto…
Ti si moja velika ljubav.
 

I wish I was good

I wish I was good, I'd do what one should
If you're good and have the courage to do what's good
I wish I was good, well, good, good enough
Well, good, good enough
 
I wish I was good, I wouldn't need to do anything
I'd be so good that birds would rest on my shoulders
I wish I was good, well, good, good enough
It's not in my blood
 
Good, good, good, good, not better
I'd just like to be good
I'd be the calm waters
I'd be the warming embers
 
My sword would be more of a pocket knife
I'm sitting while I carve and I'm good
With a kind gaze that's resting gently on you
I'd just like to be good
 
I wish I was good, I'd have so much to do
Employee of the month at the goodness institute*
I wish I was good, well, good, good enough
It's not in my blood
 
In the queue at the supermarket
When someone parks like shit
When the bus is not moving forward
When the neighbour's complaining
 
When the Wi-Fi isn't working properly
When others aren't good
Good to the dealers at the park
And good when your father doesn't like your city
 
Good when the wasps are coming
When the hippies are beating their drums in front of the house
When the postman doesn't even ring the doorbell once
When the child at Rossmann is whining
 
Good when your worldview is wobbling
Like a bobblehead dachshund gone mad
In a taxi in rush-hour traffic
And your battery dies on you at 20 per cent
 
And you'd like to be good, you'd do what one should
If you're good and have to courage to do what's good
I wish I was good, well, good, good enough
Well, good, good enough
 
I wish I was good, well, good, good enough
Well, good, good enough
 

From January to December

[Intro: Rusherking & Emilia]
yeah yeah
Tu-turn up the volume (This is the Big One)
The ones from space, babe
Ok, do you believe in me?
Dreaming of seeing you arrive
I was waiting from January to December
You are a shooting star
And I'm always looking at the sky to see if you come back
 
[Pre-Chorus: Rusherking]
Listen to me, think of me
Tonight is good to see us (To see us)
Listen to me, think of me
 
[Chorus: Emilia, Emilia & Rusherking]
It's just that there's no one who does it like you, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
Waiting to see you, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
From January to December
 
[Verse 1: Rusherking & Emilia]
If it's a yes, give it to me, give it to me
I give you whatever you want, let's go, let's go
Loving you to me is inevitable
What we have inimitable
Just you and me, the two of us, on a one-way, one-way trip
We get on a plane and go wherever you say, you say
If it's a yes, give it to me, give it to me
I give you whatever you want, let's go, let's go
Loving you to me is inevitable (-table)
What we have is inimitable
 
Waiting to see you, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (To see you, eh, to see you, eh)
From January to December
You, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (From January to December)
Waiting to see you, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
From January to December
 
[Verse 2: Rusherking & Emilia, Both]
Yours is a science, kill your presence
We're always cover, we're always trend
Hey, they think we're crazy (Yeah), shh
When I call her she always says yes
You knows that I'm for you as you are for me, hey
 
[Chorus: Emilia, Emilia & Rusherking]
It's just that there's no one who does it like you, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
Waiting to see you, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
From January to December
You, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (From January to December)
Waiting to see you, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
From January to December
 
Outro: Rusherking & Emilia]
Yeah, yeah, Rusherking
Ok, do you believe in me?
Hey Emilia
This is the Big One, yeah
The ones from space, babe
(Loving you to me is inevitable)
(What we have is inimitable)
 

Oh what a pretty girl

Oh what a pretty girl
steps out of that hut there,
blonde and sweet.
Her red skirt
of coarse cotton
is gathered.
 
And lilting
the pretty one walks
and guides her happy beasts,
her beloved herd,
who are always enchanted
by her sweet song.
 
Everything is full of melancholy,
grief and sorrow,
everything is full of melancholy
for my beloved.
 

Song

We went for a walk, one morning

(34th Intranquility)

…I tell myself that I will never be able to leave here, I tell myself I won’t leave before finishing, I will always leave too soon, I tell myself, I write
 
…I would need an eternity…
 
…I don’t like gratifications repeated to the point of boredom, the glorious weaknesses that get lost in oblivion. And I hate death so much for amassing the bodies of power
 
…Only freedom accepts me, freedom far from the platitudes of human banality
 
…The comfort of faith isn’t worth the price of its ghosts. And to say abstractions of the reason that spoils such a beautiful trip for us
 
…So far from us, so far from us than all this
 
…Let’s start from scratch, let’s strip the varnish of kindnesses, necrosis, social astonishments. Only art frees us
…A well-constructed phrase…
 

Uncle Ho

'When this day has come,
I want to make a journey through the North and the South,
To congratulate our compatriots,
Our heroic officers and soldiers.
To visit our old and our young people,
As well as our much-loved children.'
From the last will of Ho Chi Minh
From May 10th 1969.
 
Now, Uncle Ho, make your journey,
To the South now, it is free now,
South-East-Asian blossoms this spring,
South-East-Asian blossoms May.
 
Now, Uncle Ho, there are the streets,
For every meter battle burned.
And sometimes all ways
To Saigon seemed way too far.
 
Now, Uncle Ho, the rivers are
Navigable again, up to the sea.
And after the suffering
Come the pleasures
And are, at first,
As hard to bear as the suffering.
 
Now, Uncle Ho, there are the people,
They can finally
Love more than hate.
They look at each other
And shake their hands
And still can't
Grasp it themselves.
 
Look, Uncle Ho, there are the women,
In white dresses, beautiful and without makeup.
They wave at you, and it seems,
As if they wave all the way up to us.
 
Now, Uncle Ho, make your journey,
To the South now, it is free now,
South-East-Asian blossoms this spring,
South-East-Asian blossoms May.
 

Song of the chauffeur of the frontlines

Across rivers, mountains, and valleys
Through fire, snowstorm, and black smoke
We drove cars, dodging mines
Along the roads of the frontline
 
Oh, road-path of the frontline
We are not afraid of any bombing
It's a bit early for us to die
We still have things to do at home
It's a bit early for us to die
We still have things to do at home
 
By the way, the path to Berlin for us
My friends, was not easy or quick
We walked night and day, it was very hard
Still the chauffeur did not release the wheel
 
Oh, road-path of the frontline
We are not afraid of any bombing
It's a bit early for us to die
We still have things to do at home
It's a bit early for us to die
We still have things to do at home
 
Maybe for individual civilians,
This song is a little unfamiliar
But we will not forget, no matter where we live
The well-driven roads of the frontline
 
Oh, road-path of the frontline
We are not afraid of any bombing
It's a bit early for us to die
We still have things to do at home
It's a bit early for us to die
We still have things to do at home
 
Oh, road-path of the frontline
We are not afraid of any bombing
It's a bit early for us to die
We still have things to do at home
It's a bit early for us to die
We still have things to do at home
 

Cultural Friday

Lend me a pair of sandals
because tonight I'm going out to party,
Lend me a high-collard shirt
because tonight will be amazing.
 
Lend me your bag to put my tobacco,
a bottle of aguardiente1 and I won't
I won't forget to take
a box of candles to dance at the cumbiamba2
a box of candles to dance at the cumbiamba.
 
I also want to wear
a flower in my hair
entwined in tight braids,3
and a very, very pleated skirt
so I can have a lot of fun, Cultural Friday
so I can dance contently, Cultural Friday.
 
Cultural, Cultural (hey, dark-skinned girl4)
Cultural Friday
Cultural, Cultural (hey, dark-skinned girl)
Cultural Friday
Cultural, Cultural (hey, dark-skinned girl)
Cultural Friday
Cultural, Cultural (there's a good party happening)
Cultural Friday.
 
Lend me a pair of sandals
because tonight I'm going out to party,
Lend me a high-collard shirt
because tonight will be amazing.
 

• 1. lit. 'burning water', is a generic term for alcoholic beverages that contain between 29% and 60% ABV.
• 2. a party where cumbia (musical rhythm, musical genre and folk dance) is played/danced.
• 3. lit. 'I want to wear a flower in my hair to scratch on my braids
• 4. 'negra' and 'morena' mean the same thing, someone who is dark-skinned or dark-haired.

I'm in a hurry

The moonlight is scattered above the plain,
There is no countryside, no fire long way out,
I’m going north now,
I’m in a hurry, excuse me.
On the cold great plains,
Beckoning to unlimited spaces,
(Trains rumble at junctions,
I’m in a hurry, excuse me.) x2
 
I’m telling you, as my best friend,
I don’t blame you for anything:
Please, prepare on your way on a deadline,
I’m in a hurry, excuse me.
You don't want? Well, you are right.
The rails flinched quietly, clinking,
(At least sit down with me before I'll hit the road,
I’m in a hurry, excuse me.) x2
 
Maybe you’ll repent somewhere.
Amidst the faraway afternoon,
Maybe, you'll recall it:
I’m in a hurry, excuse me.
You'll wish to have your time over again,
Appreciating distances and winds,
(That's all, I'm calling you from the Station,
I’m in a hurry, excuse me.) x2
 
You'll wish to have your time over again,
Appreciating distances and winds,
(That's all, I'm calling you from the Station,
I’m in a hurry, excuse me.) x2
 

If you are not in.....

If you are
in New York,
 
In New York
there is no one else.
 
And if you are not
in New York,
 
In New York
there is no one.
 

Not being with you, is called Friday.

It was Thursday
oceanfront.
in Wismar,
the city
at whose feet
the Baltic
exhausts the effort
of its biology
made into gray
head-on.
 
A mass of clouds
without moon neither sun
was the breast
of the distant sky,
that also leaned,
away,
on the face
of the waters
to kiss them,
softly musical
and lonely.
 
The autumn
was ascending to the trees
and it’s naked sing
was a branch,
under whose dimension without leaves,
were sadder the winds,
 
and kinder
the stones and the grass.
 
We had walked
without talking all afternoon.
 
After disputes
always silence was seeking us
and it was more difficult to speak
than love each other without words.
 
Behind us
had stayed so much landscape and so much kiss.
The lakes, the train, the wine.
The hotel, the rivers, the stations.
The birds, and always the birds.
 
In Wismar,
you were amazed of the ships so huge,
so small, however,
that still were fitting in your eyes.
I didn’t say it then.
I only was looking deeply at your blue become surprise.
 
And now the sea, the Baltic.
I had never seen my life
so much gray gathered,
fidgetting
at the height of my north.
 
“ You know, I told you,
I will be leaving in December”.
“ And it already hurts horribly,
the last day of November,
in which will begin
only many December for me,
for this indian that you love,
my love”.
 
Your words said nothing.
Wounds in their flight,
didn’t reach your lips.
Then, long after:
“Let’s go, you said.
It is cold already for the four of us
and for that flower on the sand,
so similar to the corpse of a star”.
 
This Friday
I walk through the streets of my Guatemala,
the city of which so much was talking with you my hope.
A shy gray drizzle
fills everything with its face.
I hide under my cheap raincoat some political bulletins,
that shouldn’t never getting wet,
just with the sight of men.
I still lift out of habit
the neck of my raincoat and nobody says anything next to me.
 
In my country it is called winter what in yours is summer.
But there is always sun and never snow in the air.
It is Friday, and it is always will be Friday if you are not with me.
 
But we still continue to impose ourselves to the cold,
and we go on living.
 
And here,
next to the flag that I love,
your eyes still light to me,
My love.
 

For Three Years I Dreamed Of You

Versions: #1
I should compare you to the nightingale's song,
On a May morning in a quiet garden with a supple mountain ash,
As for my sour bird cherry trees in the misty distance
Those further most away, they are the most desirable.
 
How did it all happen, on what evenings?
For three years I dreamed of you, and we met yesterday,
I know no longer sleep, I want to keep this dream of mine
You my dear, I shall not compare to anyone else.
 
I would have to compare you to the most beautiful woman,
That touches his heart with her cheerful glance,
That on a gentle stroll an unexpected one came round,
She is the furthest away yet, and the most desirable
 
How did it all happen, on what evenings?
For three years I dreamed of you, and we met yesterday,
I know no longer sleep, I keep this dream of mine
You my dear, I shall not compare to anyone else,
You my dear, I shall not compare to anyone else.
 

White Cranes

Versions: #1
Sometimes I dream that every fallen soldier
Who on blood-soaked battlefield remained
Did not end up a piece of cannon fodder
But turned into a beautiful white crane
 
'till present day they soar high above us
Mournfully making their solemn call
Perhaps that's why with silent sadness
Gazing at them makes us feel so enthralled
 
The tired flock keeps flying in formation
Into the fog, as day and night become the same
I see a tiny gap, despite the elevation
Maybe this is a space that I can claim
 
Perhaps one day, as a majestic crane
In bluish haze across the sky I'll glide
My bird calls you'll hear, not in vain
To all my loved ones whom I left behind
 
Sometimes I dream that every fallen soldier
Who on blood-soaked battlefield remained
Did not end up a piece of cannon fodder
But turned into a beautiful white crane
 

Police

(Eh, eh, eh)
Catch me if you can, papi
 
What you do isn't normal
You have me in your sights
You want to control me
Up to who looks at me
 
I know that you like me more
When I'm sleeping
Because you don't have to worry
About what's happening in your imagination
 
You make up your mind and I don't complicate it
Put me in handcuffs and we'll make it rich
I'm the queen of the cartel and you're the police
That I want -
 
You go after me
I like it like that
You go after me
I like it like that
 
I like it when you watch me
You act macho but deep down you love me
You're so beautiful, I don't know what you're afraid of
I ride in your patrol car and I don't want you to brake, step on it, step on it
 
Guard your gun
I raise my hands and you search me
I don't have anything to hide
Stop fucking around
 
You make up your mind and I don't complicate it
Put me in handcuffs and we'll make it rich
I'm the queen of the cartel
And you're the police that I want -
 
You go after me
I like it that
You go after me
I like it like that
 
What you do isn't normal
You have me in your sights
You want to control
Up to who looks at me
 
I know that you like me more
When I'm sleeping
Because you don't have to worry about
What's happening in your imagination
 
You go after me
I like it like that
You go after me
I like it like that
 
(Ha, yes, Emilia)
I like it like that (Ah, ah,ah ha
I like it like that
I like it like that
Catch me if you can, papi
 

Darkest of nights

Versions: #2
Darkest of nights, only bullets swoosh by in the steppe,
Humming wind's in the cables again, only stars lightly twinkling.
In this pitch black, you, my love, I know sleepless again
While at our child's bed, tears away, you are furtively wiping.
 
Oh, how I love, that great depth of your kind, lovely eyes,
Oh, how I want, just to feel my lips pressed, a, gainst them,
Darkest of nights, is dividing us, honey, right now
The alarming black darkness of steppe, coming now straight between us.
 
I do believe, I believe in you, my dear sweetheart
In the dark night, this steadfast belief spared me from a bullet
I am overjoyed, battle's deadly, but I'm staying calm,
I know you will still greet me with love, should bad tidings befall me.
 
Death is no threat, meeting us all the time in the steppe,
There's she again, above me, darkly spinning-whirling,
At our child's bed, you are waiting for me still, my love,
That's why I know that no harm to me, can and will ever happen.