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Vremenska zona

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Nosiš moju staru odeću
Ali tebi, tebi stoji bolje
I svaki put kada vidim tvoje lice
Mesec treba da ti zavidi
I nastavljam da pričam zidu
Dok mi ne postane prijatelj
Zovem te svakog sata samo da kažem ti
Da gubim razum
 
Sad, znam da spavaš
Tamo gde je trebalo da budem
Hteo sam da ostanem
Jedino što nas rastavlja
Je sedam hiljada milja
Trčeći kao besan pas
 
Jedino što nas razdvaja je druga vremenska zona
Zato zajebi šta sanjam, ova slava je beznačajna
Dolazim kući
Jedino što nas razdvaja je druga vremenska zona
 
Sutra imam još jedan let
Neću sesti na njega
Umesto toga doleteću pravo do tebe
Platio sam duplo za karte
I zabole me za
Ugovore koje sam potpisao
Mogu da kažu bilo šta
Mi ćemo voditi ljubav
Jebem te večeras
 
Sad, znam da spavaš
Tamo gde je trebalo da budem
Hteo sam da ostanem
Jedino što nas rastavlja
Je sedam hiljada milja
Trčeći kao besan pas
 
Jedino što nas razdvaja je druga vremenska zona
Zato zajebi šta sanjam, ova slava je beznačajna
Dolazim kući
 
Jedino što nas razdvaja je druga vremenska zona
Zato zajebi šta sanjam, ova slava je beznačajna
Dolazim kući
Jedino što nas razdvaja je druga vremenska zona
 

Jujube

If only God would make me
A whistle, I don't want anything else
So I could sing wherever I wanted
O at your windows (x2)
 
God is at the window
Jujube, darling jujube
He wills you to be there
Jujube, darling jujube (x2)
 
You will come out when you hear me
I believe you'd trust
The dark calls to me as a moth to a candleflame
Because you stirred the calm (x2)
 
God is at the window
Jujube, darling jujube
He wills you to be there
Jujube, darling jujube (x2)
 
I will sing wherever I want
By the river, by the ditch
I will sing with my voice
And you will listen, my bandit (x2)
 
God is at the window
Jujube, darling jujube
He wills you to be there
Jujube, darling jujube (x2)
 

Eager hands, strange cities

Winter night, we travel with all our might,
snow lays on everything, naked and hard as a bone,
which the last pissing dog ​​doesn't care about
we wander slowly through the hellish icy wind that flows with us
by the stream of lights and lonesome streets.
Faith in us - disbelief. And all around us
in the sharp blackening whistling frost without a shadow
towering glowing dark skyless huge
square houses made of paper.
 
Winter night, we travel with all our might.
Snow lays on everything. In a bend at the end of an empty tunnel
with a long howl in the opposite direction of sleep
an illuminated half-empty subway train passes us
and in it numb, thin, uncertain, approximate people
with heads a little of nothing and a little of paper.
 
Winter night, we travel with all our might.
Through the stretched thin soundproof walls of the huge
paper houses are moving towards us
enlarged, internally drawn counter-shadows -
they play in half-sleep and insomnia without a break
your private secret war games,
 
immersed deep in the cool screens that
leak in all flammable heads from semi-paper.
Their cells beep, programs aim: win
your private fight! Destroy your enemy! Get rid of his body!
Burn his thin pale paper face!
 
Winter night, we travel with all our might,
through a quiet sleeping town. full of endless
ghostly square houses made of paper -
to human howls on untouched snow,
we are frozen by the red spot of wildly pulsating blood.
Burning us in the middle of the frost
the calling of the other side of the impenetrable paper wall.
I'm burning with the unreal touch of the other party,
possible touch on the other side of the paper.
Eager hands,
foreign cities.
A wall in front of me
and the way in me.
 
Summer day, dawn, we row slowly
to the radiant cities, their approaching shimmering wall
on the other side of the river, which swallowed time.
I have anxiety in my heart. The voice creaks in us.
 
Summer day, dawn, we row slowly.
the sun burns sharp flickering signs and smolders on the heavy water
signs and decay. The wide river flows lazily somewhere. where-here is the wreck of the fish that
reproduced shadows stuck in the shallows where
empty brightness shines in the living ruins.
That shore is in us.
 
Summer day, dawn, we slowly row,
with each dip of the oar, our smile disappears, with each beat unknown anxiety grows in us, in faraway rushes unsaid fear curls.
Unknown colorful birds scream - and in their
penetrating scream as in in-focus lenses
suddenly we see the other shore fairly close.
 
Wild men in paper face masks
on the edge of a motionless clown with half-closed eyes,
they are waiting for us and they shoot without moving
something invisible and poisoned, which electrically strikes
deep inside us and our
paper shadows bursting into flames -
without a drop of blood, without a trace.
Wild men stand on the opposite, unconfessed side
of our own blood,
in paper fading faces
silently and without moving watch for their time.
 
Summer day, morning, we row slowly
against the rippled air wall. Sweat shines
against the sun, sweat burns on the forehead and muscles. The touch
of the other shore is burning us.
 
The touch of the other shore is burning us. The sun is carrying us away.
We are blinded by the burden of waters.
In eager hands Light tremor.
The oar is in the river. Deep
in the heart, narrow wade is oozing.
 

What A Country

What a country, what a country
what a country, unique unto itself
the government squeezes, the country is stressed
what a country, what a country..
 
People are crying, the prices go up and up
paying taxes and also health fees
there isn't any more work, the cash drawer is empty
there is no way to fund life, they closed the work bureau
in the Knesset1they are sitting around, taking advantage of us
they took our savings, the unemployment is done
we are feed up, they issued us another fine
now they are adding tax to milk...
 
What a country, what a country
what a country, unique unto itself
the government requires, cash is requested
what a country, what a country..
 
We have ministers, who just want a chair...
don't do anything for us and just promise and promise
where is the equality, where is the vision
where is the morality, what a waste
what will sing to you and what can i explain
there are many things that we will give up on
despite the mess and the hardships
you are our country is for the generations.
 
What a country, what a country
what a country, unique unto itself
the government squeezes, the country is stressed
what a country, what a country
what a country, unique unto itself...
 

• 1. Israeli Parliament, literally assembly of the people

Dead Season

The freedom of rifle butts,
The freedom of police batons, hitting with full swing,
The era of semi-decay,
The party is getting better and better -
Why would I need any other freedom?
I'm living not bad as it is,
If only there was an opportunity for a trip to the sea...
I don't ask any extra questions.
 
The dead season
Just won't end,
Dead season.
 
The freedom of birds locked in cages,
The freedom of animals in traps,
Barracks, metal bunk beds,
The camera lenses -
Why would I need such freedom?
I remember everything not any worse than you do.
Before the breechblocks start to clang,
Open your eyes.
 
The dead season
Just won't end,
Dead season.
The dead season
Just won't end,
Dead season.
The dead season
Just won't end,
Dead season!
 

It's healthy to be mad

He walks the street
Straight to his goal
He sees a woman
He kisses her on the mouth
She startles, she says
'You must be mad'
He says 'It's healthy to be mad'
 
She wants to hit him
But he ducks right in time
She misses
She tumbles on the ground
She says 'Hey, you must be mad'
He smiles, and dances a bit about
 
It's healthy to be mad
It's healthy to be mad
Tomorrow I am God
Today I am Napoleon
It's healthy to be mad
 
He looks deep
Deep into her eyes
He says
'You have to be my one true love'
She says 'You are mad'
He says 'You are blonde
Besides, it's healthy to be mad
 
She lets him slowly
Slowly conquer her
All of the sudden, she has changed her mind
She says 'Today I want to start over again
I have been normal my entire life'
 
It's healthy being mad
It's healthy being mad
Tomorrow I am God
Today I am Napoleon
It's healthy being mad
 
(French) Yes, I am, Napoleon, But I do not speak
French. It's a miserable situation, isn't it?
And I think... I think thus I am and
And I'm mad, but... Of course
 
It's healthy being mad
It's healthy being mad
Tomorrow I am God
Today I am Napoleon
It's healthy being mad
 

the house of wishes

you are leaving the house of wishes
separating from you, so displaced
I won't push you away from my life
go live your life, and push me aside
you're pursuing you're wishes, after(aside from) me
and I'm taking my griefs with me (dragging my grief on my shoulders)
I can die from your love
but I can't be someone else's love
 
I'm wishing you the best because
I have understood you for the first time
I have fallen in love for the last time
I have forgiven you for the first time
in the hopes of the dream of kissing you
because of your love, I close my eyes to sleep
If I were to born a 100 times
I know I would still choose you
 
♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫
 
if sometimes your missing me
like me just cry in a corner
on the letter thats thirsty of your words
instead of writing, only cry
just that my heart is with you is enough
I dont want to know who your heart is with
Im toxic(polluted/infected) but don't save me
because being toxic(polluted/infected) because of you is actually clarity(clean)
 
I'm wishing you the best because
I have understood you for the first time
I have fallen in love for the last time
I have forgiven you for the first time
in the hopes of the dream of kissing you
to your love, I close my eyes to sleep
If I were to born a 100 times
I know I would still choose you
 

Love Me, Don't Go

Until now I was always the same.
 
At night, loneliness easily turns you sad.
 
I fear thinking too much, because I'm alone.
 
The moonlight stretches my shadow further.
 
As I walk aimlessly through cold streets.
 
I don't hear from you, I miss you.
 
.
Love me, don't go.
If you say you don't love me,
 
I don't need to hear you speak out your mind.
 
Give me a little bit of hope again
 
Love me, don't go.
If you say you don't love me,
 
I don't need to hear you speak out your mind.
 
Give me a little bit of hope again
 
Until now I was always the same.
 
At night, loneliness easily turns you sad.
 
I fear thinking too much, because I'm alone.
 
The moonlight stretches my shadow further.
 
As I walk aimlessly through cold streets.
 
I don't hear from you, I miss you.
 
Love me, don't go.
If you say you don't love me,
 
I don't need to hear you speak out your mind.
 
Give me a little bit of hope again
 
Love me, don't go.
If you say you don't love me,
 
I don't need to hear you speak out your mind.
 
Give me a little bit of hope again
 
Love me, don't go.
If you say you don't love me,
 
I don't need to hear you speak out your mind.
 
Give me a little bit of hope again
 
Love me, don't go.
If you say you don't love me,
 
I don't need to hear you speak out your mind.
 
Give me a little bit of hope again
 

Winners of the Sinnoh League!

Here's me,
and here are you,
few hopes
and our dreams
Friends working boldly
will fulfill the destiny splendidly
 
Together we will take off to the stars,
(Pokémon!)
courage and determination help us
 
We can never give up,
we will stand proudly
And we're going on again
Winners of the Sinnoh League!
Pokémon!
 
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