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I'm not in Love

I'm not in Love
It's true. You are just a friend.
I tried to joke with you by calling you in the middle of the night.
I'm not in Love, No, No, It's because...
 
I really do want to meet you...but it is okay even you are not there.
I call you in the middle of the night just to gossip.
I'm not in Love, No, No, It's because...
 
I keep a picture of you only because I am lonely.
I write a letter to you in the middle of the night because you are not there.
I'm not in Love, No, No, It's because...
 
Woo... Are you waiting?
Woo... For me?
 
I'm not in Love.
It's true, you are just a friend.
I really do want to meet you... but it is okay even if you are not there.
I'm not in Love, No, No, It's because...
 

A Dreamy Light Year

My dream is floating in a sea of stardust.
I will overcome time and go far away.
 
People lose sight of their dreams in this world and are still looking for them.
 
If somehow they are found somewhere then they are return only as fragments.
Ah... The joy of having a dream...
For a second time,
Ah... The happiness I get by having a dream...
Once again, a dreamy light year.
 
I hold out my hand to run away with you.
Our figures change and disappear.
People lose out because they abandon their dreams.
If you look carefully people's dreams are in their hearts.
 
If I somehow meet you somewhere, I will probably not let go of your hand once again.
Ah... The joy of having a dream...
For a second time,
Ah... The happiness I get by having a dream...
Once again, a dreamy light year.
 

IRON ROSE

At the corner of an alley, there's a flower bed
(Unidentified crying infant)
Mistakenly flourishing in its light
(Collapsed iron heart)
 
Where should you slumber tonight,
Without knowing the meaning of justice and wicked?
 
You've been thrown in heaven, then fell to hell
When you were raised in the abyss
Sprout IRON ROSE
The entangled, glass smoke fragrance brings peace and death
Along with the shiver of a finger
Go bloom IRON ROSE
 
Your hair flows down to your waist
(A pathetic smile of determination for a epaulet)
Swaying in such a gleaming sigh
(One apathetic, rare tradition)
 
I do not need God's absence with me
In this city of desolate corpses
 
Lonely, you stare at the moon, inspiring your shrinking heart
If you let fear flow in your body
Scatter IRON ROSE
These burning, crimson eyes are proof to be able to survive the darkness
You believe in aesthetics that penetrate your heart
Go bloom IRON ROSE
 
You've been thrown in heaven, then fell to hell
When you were raised in the abyss
Sprout IRON ROSE
The entangled, glass smoke fragrance brings peace and death
Along with the shiver of a finger
Go bloom IRON ROSE
Scatter IRON ROSE
Fly away IRON ROSE
 

How ironic

It was all nonsense what he said to me,
he mocked me and the love that I had for him,
it was all a fantasy what I lived through,
what angers me is that I didn't even notice it.
 
See how ironic it is,
he played me this entire time that he had loved me
and I who deceived myself by making myself believe him,
fell into his trap, fell into my trap.
 
Who would have thought
that as time passed I'd fall in love,
and I, believing him, gave him my body,
that he'd won over my love and I'd lose his,
see how ironic it is...
 
It was all a fantasy what I lived through,
what angers me is that I didn't even notice it.
 
See how ironic it is,
he played me this entire time that he had loved me
and I who deceived myself by making myself believe him,
I fell into his trap, I fell into my trap.
 
Who would have thought
that as time passed I'd fall in love,
and I, believing him, I'd give him my body,
that he'd win over my love and I'd lose his,
see how ironic it is...
 
See how ironic it is,
he played me this entire time that he had loved me
and I who deceived myself by making myself believe him,
I fell into his trap, I fell into my trap.
 
Who would have thought
that as time passed I'd fall in love,
and I, believing him, I'd give him my body,
that he'd win over my love and I'd lose his,
see how ironic it is...
 
See how ironic it is...
and it was my fault....
who would have thought...
 

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• Terminology: lit. (literally), lat. (latin term), pr. (pronunciation). @= a/o (for Spanish translations only, @ can be switched from a feminine or masculine perspective.

Hell Teacher

It’s parents’ visiting day, there’s a premonition of love
The house visits are gates to hell
In the school yard, after class
I learn of extra curricular love
 
It already looks like I’m going to fail my entrance exams
My poor heart feels as if it’s about to break
During homeroom
Relationship gossip flies around the classroom
 
Teacher, I want to know things I don’t know
I want to see things I can’t see
Teach me, teach me, teach me
Hey teacher, lately I haven’t been sleeping well
This binding is unbearable
Why is it? Why, teacher?
 
The sailor uniform is my battle gear
For the death match against the other classes
We practice fire drills
For that alarm
That hardly ever rings
 
Teacher, I want to say it, but I can’t
It’s painful enough to kill
Teacher, teacher, c’mon teacher
Ah, teacher, don’t call me by my full name
Call me by my first
Please, oh please, teacher
 
Teacher, there’s still a lot I want to ask
Am I too young for you?
Answer me, answer me, please teacher
Teacher, graduation is drawing close
I don’t want to say farewell, I just can’t
I want to keep on being a high school girl
 

Snow falls on the beach

Chorus
Unknown singer, tell me, what is your song about?
What are you laughing about? What are you feeling sorrow about?
How far from each other we are!
I hear your voice from a black disk.
 
Chorus 2
The snow falls on the beach and the leaves fly…
What a wizard mirage, a sweep of a magic brush…
This is the dance of stars, the bridge of a volatile rainbow.
This is the bridge from heart to heart, from heart to heart…
 
Chorus 2
 
Translator, translate the words to the language of the night,
To the dialect of a cloud or grass on the meadow.
What are you waiting for, translator?
I see confusion in your eyes.
You haven’t the skill to do it, you can’t. But I can.
 
Chorus 2
Chorus
Chorus 2
 

STARDUST MEMORY

The morning, coming from your bed sheets,
Your warmth, coming to speak to me.
La la la, that low whisper, la la la, from last night,
Your long sigh, still remains.
 
When I realized that, and opened the window,
The wind, on my cheek,
Brought me to tears.
 
Me without you, solitude.
 
I try to forget you, but all I have are memories.
The wind, on my cheek,
Is laughing too much.
 
You are last night's star dust.
 

San ogledala

Jesi li ikada osetio
kao da je budućnost prošlost,
ali ne znaš kako?
San u odrazu
zarobljenog vremena
Da li se stvarno, da li se stvarno događa?
 
Ne znam zašto se tako osećam.
Jesam li sanjao ovo vreme, ovo mesto?
Nešto stvarno ponovo se javlja u mom umu.
I mislim da sam video tvoje lice,
ovu sobu, da sam bio ovde.
Nešto stvarno ponovo se javlja u mom umu.
 
Sve moje nade i očekivanja,
tragam za objašnjenjem.
Jesam li našao svoje odredište?
Ne mogu više da izdržim.
 
San je istinit, san je istinit.
San je istinit, san je istinit.
 
Mislim da sam već čuo tvoj glas,
mislim da sam već rekao ove reči.
Nešto čini da se osećam kao da ću izgubiti razum.
Jesam li još u svom snu? Da li je ovo nova stvarnost?
Nešto čini da se osećam kao da sam izgubio razum.
 
Sve moje nade i očekivanja,
tragam za objašnjenjem,
dolazim do zaključka
koji ne mogu zasigurno videti.
 
Sanjam samo crno-belo,
sanjam samo zato što sam živ,
sanjam samo crno-belo,
da se spasim sebe samog.
Sanjam sami crno-belo,
sanjam samo zato što sam živ,
sanjam samo crno-belo,
da se spasim sebe samog.
 
San je istinit, san je istinit.
San je istinit, san je istinit.
 
Ustajem i palim svetlo, plašeći se noći što pada,
uplašen da zaspim i ponovo sanjam.
Ništa o čemu promišljam, ništa što mogu uporediti
sa oslobađanjem demona duboko u mojoj glavi.
 
Strah od pomisli na uzbuđenje
što se moj san ponavlja,
moram se kloniti lutanja,
spasavajući se od sebe samog.
 
Sanjam samo crno-belo,
sanjam samo zato što sam živ,
sanjam samo crno-belo,
da se spasim sebe samog.
Sanjam sami crno-belo,
sanjam samo zato što sam živ,
sanjam samo crno-belo,
da se spasim sebe samog.
 
Izgubljen-U snu ogledala
Izgubljen-U paradoksu
Izgubljen-A vreme se vrti
Izgubljen- Ponovo tragam za košmarom
 
Izgubljen-Pakao u koji se vraćam
Izgubljen-Drugo vreme i mesto
Izgubljen-Paralelno postojanje
Izgubljen-Ponovo tragam za košmarom
 
Sanjam samo crno-belo,
sanjam samo zato što sam živ,
sanjam samo crno-belo,
da se spasim sebe samog.
Sanjam sami crno-belo,
sanjam samo zato što sam živ,
sanjam samo crno-belo,
da se spasim sebe samog.
 
Sanjam samo crno-belo,
sanjam samo zato što sam živ,
sanjam samo crno-belo,
da se spasim sebe samog.
Sanjam sami crno-belo,
sanjam samo zato što sam živ,
sanjam samo crno-belo,
da se spasim sebe samog.
 
San je istinit, san je istinit.
San je istinit, san je istinit
 

Light Proof Theory

Lost in this world,
we came across each other.
Then, finally...
 
We're busying ourselves looking for people inadvertently,
running wildly across the depths of this world.
 
In my vague monochromatic life,
you gave me the greatest flash.
'Thank you.', I am not alone.
 
Even if you cry and shed tears in this black, black cloudy weather,
go grasp the light coming from the clouds' rift.
This red, red proof flows so much it hurts, it hurts.
Then, in the end,
so that we may never split, so that we may keep laughing,
may we continue to live.
Ah, to this clear blue sky,
may this one wish reach it.
 
Gritting my teeth and writhing in agony covered in wounds,
keep this critical war moving on.
 
So that the life of a loved one,
won't come close to its stop,
if I can convey this to you, I am not alone.
 
With my life in hesitation, hesitation, I want to, want to that conclusion.
I'll make my weaknesses turn into weapons!
If this strong, strong faith, were to live on for eternity,
in the end,
So that we can walk on without looking back,
may we continue to live.
Ah The clear sky of our future, future,
may it live on forever.
 
By meeting and parting under this narrow, narrow sky,
we lost all light.
Do we have to rely on the afterlife for the wish?
This present world is very harsh.
You have to fight!
 
Even if you cry and shed tears in this black, black cloudy weather,
go grasp the light coming from the clouds' rift.
This red, red proof flows so much it hurts, it hurts.
Then, in the end,
so that we may never split, so that we may keep laughing,
may we continue to live.
Ah, to this clear blue sky,
may this one wish reach it.
 
to this clear blue sky,
may this one wish reach it.
 

Nebo slonovačinih boja

Mi smo ponosni individualci
Živimo zarad grada
Ali plameni
Ne mogu goreti više
 
Otkrivamo Boga i religije
Koji nas namame sapasenjem
Ali, niko, niko
Ne može da ti podari moć
 
Da se izdigneš
Iznad ljubavi
Iznad mržnje
Kroz ovo nebo slonovačinih boja koje brzo zaokupira naše misli
Straha i pretvori ih u slobodu
 
Oh, to je život
Što kaplje niz zidove
Sna koji ne uspeva da diše
U ovoj opakoj stvarnosti
Masnovna zbunjenost
Zaslepljene raje što jede iz male kašičice
Koja služi sada definiciji našeg hladnog društva
 
Od koje ćemo se izdići
Iznad ljubavi
Iznad mržnje
Kroz ovo nebo slonovačinih boja koje brzo zaokupira naše misli
Straha i pretvori ih u slobodu
 
Samo moraš da izdržiš
Samo moraš da izdržiš
 
(Čarli Čaplijev govor iz Velikog Diktatora)
'Onima koji me čuju, kažem-ne očajavajte. Mizerija koja nas je trenutno snašla je ništa više od prolazne pohlepe-ogorčenost onih ljudi koji se plaše ljudskog napretka. Mržnja ljudi će proći, a diktatori će umreti, i moć koju su uzeli od ljudi će se vratiti ljudima. I sve dok ludi umiru, sloboda nikada neće iščeznuti... Ne dajte se ovim neprirodnim ljudskim stvorenjima - mašinski ljudi sa mašinskim umovima i mašinskim srcima! Vi niste mašine! Vi niste stoka! .... Vi ste ljudi! Vi, narod, imate moć da učinite ovaj život slobodnim i prelepim, da napravite od ovog života jednu predivnu avanturu..... hajde da iskoristimo tu moć - hajde da se svi ujedinimo.'
 
I izdićićemo se
Iznad ljubavi
Iznad mržnje
Kroz ovo nebo slonovačinih boja koje brzo zaokupira naše misli
Straha i pretvori ih u slobodu
 
Od koje ćemo se izdići
Iznad ljubavi
Iznad mržnje
Kroz ovo nebo slonovačinih boja koje brzo zaokupira naše misli
Straha i pretvori ih u slobodu
 
Oh, padaj po meni...
Padaj po meni
Padaj po meni
 
*Rain on me
Znači izneti nekom sve svoje emotivne probleme
 

Drugačiji svet

Ti me vodiš
Pokazujući mi put
osećam se malo izgubljeno
malo čudno danas
 
Mislim da ću se uhvatiti
Svega što mi se nađe na putu
Onda ćemo videti šta će biti
Kako vreme bude prolazilo
 
Mislio sam da sam sve sredio
Sve mi je krenulo
Šta mi je samo sve sudbina spremala
U to nema sumnje
 
Ali onda se karta otvorila
I ja sam odigrao još jednu rundu
Ali ne znam da li je to
ispunjenje za kojim sam čeznuo
 
Reci mi šta čuješ
A onda šta vidiš
Svako ima drugačiji
način
Na koji vidi svet
 
Voleo bih da znas
Kad pogledaš na male stvari
da ceniš ovaj život
Nije kasno da se nauči
 
Ne želim da budem ovde
Negde bih radije bio
Ali kad tamo stignem
Možda shvatim da nije za mene
 
Reci mi šta čuješ
A onda mi reci šta vidiš
Svi imaju drugačiji način Na koji vide svet
 
Voleo bih da znaš
kada vidiš male stvari
da ceniš ovaj život
nije kasno da se nauči
 
Ne znam šta želim
Ili gde želim biti
Sve sam više zbunjen
Kako dani više idu
 

A mayor's word

Why do I call you, I know you're not home. I'm going outside, everybody's talking only about that you're involved in a conspiracy against the mayor. I called everybody, nobody knows where you are. I came to you, the door was opened, at least I took the copy. Please, call me right once you hear this message.
 
What to say? I see, someone have treaded on a rake
You have dissapointed me, you was tormented
The mountain is like on a hand under us, smog with smoke above it
Wine maybe? I have a pretty tolerable vineyard
The main thing, you don't get so scared, I'm not a monster
I have even browsed your published folio. Bravo, bis!
You would further write, joke, write about nature, pastorals
Okay, don't be so gloom, my eagles have overdone a bit too much
They didn't have to spoil your shirt and drag you to gallows
Why don't you, asshole, calm down? Relax, have fun, don't piss1
Those like you always see only negative, put on scales
But I worry for all the citizens, as if every one of them is my only son
I know, enemies claim that I am, allegedly, afraid of many
That I, allegedly, entwine the whole land like a cephalopod clam
Let be so, but what it will be if I go?
The neighboring cities, removed their despots, die in need. For comparison here are:
 
Mountain air, sport and health, resort
Casino, trading house, food courts
Welcome to Gorgorod!
A model of confortable rest
Golf, aquadrom and curling
Welcome to Gorgorod!
Handball world record
Hippodromes, cathedrals, bowling
Welcome to Gorgorod!
My people don't want reforms
And when fed again
Welcome to Gorgorod!
 
You have assembled only a half of the puzzle
Oil painting2, social lift like in Maslow's pyramid
The crowd is many-headed like Hydra or Cerberus
But it doesn't make the weather like a meteorological center
It, though I'm not Niccolò Machiavelli,
Revering, is allured to a block3, loop or stake,
Fear, chrism, icons, khaki, needle and shackles
You are way smarter, why the hell for you such plebeians? Eh?
The idiot under the mountain had washed your brains
'Everything is intertwined' another year, a bearded anecdote
A rogue-conspirologist. We're familiar with the Guru since
That troublesome warrior was an official, the one whose word was the law
Let's assume, enemies claim that I am, allegedly, afraid of many
Let's assume that I, allegedly, entwine the whole land like a cephalopod clam
Let's assume it is so, but what it will be if I go?
The neighboring cities, removed their despots, die in need. For comparison here is:
 
Mountain air, sport and health, resort
Casino, trading house, food courts
Welcome to Gorgorod!
A model of confortable rest
Golf, aquadrom and curling
Welcome to Gorgorod!
Handball world record
Hippodromes, cathedrals, bowling
Welcome to Gorgorod!
My people don't want reforms
And when fed again
Welcome to Gorgorod!
 
You understand, writer, you're a good guy
But you got in touch with a bad company. They, beasts, on purpose
Left you, barely feeling the small of burning
Look, there's dawn on the horizon, we even the Sun have under the legs
Keep in mind that this time you're lucky, career
Health, freedom — everything's okay
But here it is for you a mayor's word: there won't be a second chance
Shortly, take care, if once again speak with my daughter Alisa
 

• 1. Colloquial and slang form of the phrase 'don't be scared'
• 2. In Russian, a funny, ridiculous, extraordinary situation
• 3. Executioner's block

Intertwined

Everything is intertwined, a sea of webs, but
Pull the web, a clew will go after
This world is a spindle, zero coincidences
To be the web or a string, or a bowstring for a battle
 
Everything is intertwined in a single hank,
Web lump and not a callico handkerchief
The wind from the sky blows the tumble-weed
Everything is intertwined, but not predetermined
 
This is the world's picture of those,
Who counter yours, as a sect
'Cause everythings doesn't have a single architect
Everythings is intertwined, I'm destined to die here as a heretic.
 
Your world's picture is a grid,
A canvas, a textile napkin,
As if by work of a weaver or a sewer
But everything is intertwined, by itself, aslant, athwart
 
Everything is intertwined. There's a certificate in my hand,
That I hold the brain, but the heart goes free
My city gets tired to fix the power after despots
In a cut there's causal relationship
 
And there, everything is intertwined. Satyricon is everywhere
Inaction of law under assistance of icons
Kill yourself if not a cop or an official,
Our city won't be saved even by a miraculous salve
 
Though, everything is intertwined, time and Zeitnot,
Still life of death, official's bed, paper circulation,
But everyone is lonely in their body, a slaver and a Zealot
But, the city is a layered cake
 
You know, the world is, actually, simple: don't loan,
Don't bargain, guard the roof
Don't fuck the head1, don't say 'gop,'2
Protect psychos, strangers, heretics. 'Cause everything is intertwined
 
TV and terror, there are a brothel and casino with the church,
Cartels, an orphanage. It's darkness above the city hall,
Where an antipode to all this system, if from money for shit
Conglomerates make patent on an antidote
 
Here, not knowing whole categories of the ecosystem,
These blockheads divide everything, as a council of directors
But cabinets, favelas, hideout nests, a city council,
Political technologists, lenders, synod —
 
This is the world's picture of those,
Who counter yours, as a sect
'Cause everythings doesn't have a single architect
Everythings is intertwined, I'm destined to die here as a heretic.
 
Your world's picture is a grid,
A canvas, a textile napkin,
As if by work of a weaver or a sewer
But everything is intertwined, by itself, with hell knows what, athwart
 
Everything is intertwined. There's a certificate in my hand,
That I keep the nose, but the heart is in the run
I fiercely want spring, blindly on the edge, lucid dreams,
Flashbacks, dejavu, here even Devil would break his leg [complicated]
 
And even Astaroth all the same, jump-jump,
From isle to isle, tire fitting and pit stop,
And then, no stops seen,
Until our legs will be broken by an enemy bone-breaker
 
Here, so we live, and so we'll die,
We'll fertilize the mountain by ourselves, became its coal
In this unkind city as a slave or a rebel,
It's a nature cycle, worms will be eaten by an eagle,
 
A then, the worms the eagle. Everything is intertwined,
We'll embed halftones into their black and white movie,
Shades and colors, leviathan or behemoth,
Or mayor like a grey eminence, we have here a whole legion!
 
Everything is intertwined, Leo and Capricorn, with Virgo Taurus and Scorpio,
Saggitarius or Gemini's Acquarius.
Here's no esoterics, son, nobody goes with war on neighbors,
If the population has spermotoxicosis
 
Let, not understanding all my theories,
They mold conspirologists from us, saying our brains are dead,
But whose drug empire, you think, by city's arteries
Drives those containers with production waste,
Mined from ore under the mountain,
Sold over the hill3, while homes are in laboratories,
From its waste, by processing
They throw into the people the drug called 'Gor'
 

• 1. Annoy
• 2. Don't be glad of what you haven't yet achieved
• 3. Abroad

What irony

Thalía:
What irony
that night can unite with day
that rivers will join with sea
what irony
that we still can´t
 
Carlos:
What irony
that I´m yours but you don´t be mine
that is sad to fell so much joy
what irony
that even happiness would hurt us
 
Thalía and Carlos:
It´s not the same wanting let you go
as trying to stop loving you
if rain falls from the sky
and flowers are born from the ground
how loves can be forbidden
 
Thalía:
As much I want
to rip you out from my life, I can´t anymore
my moans are mute without your fingers
and I can´t go on anymore
imagining your mouth in other kisses
 
Carlos:
As much I want
to rip you out from my life, there is no way
summer, autumn, winter and never spring
and I can´t continue anymore
if it were easy I would throw a coin
 
Thalía:
What irony
seeing love begging to the luck
having you close but don´t be able to have you
what irony
that even happiness would hurt us
 
Thalía and Carlos:
It´s not the same wanting let you go
as trying to stop loving you
if rain falls from the sky
and flowers are born from the ground
how loves can be forbidden
 
Thalía:
As much I want
to rip you out from my life, I can´t anymore
my moans are mute without your fingers
and I can´t go on anymore
imagining your mouth in other kisses
 
Carlos:
As much I want
to rip you out from my life, there is no way
summer, autumn, winter and never spring
and I can´t continue anymore
if it were easy I would throw a coin
 
Carlos:
As much I want
to see you arrive
like december
wait for january
 
Thalía:
The calendar
forgets that I´m waiting for you
and although I don´t cry
a downpour is falling on my window
 
Thalía:
As much I want
my moans are mute without your fingers
 
Carlos:
And although I don´t cry
a downpour is falling on my window
 
What irony!
 

Комо естас амигос

Комо еста амиго*,
Због смрти оних које не знамо.
Да ли ћемо клекнути и помолити се,
Они никад неће знати да бринемо.
Да ли ћемо наставити да доливамо уље на ватру,
Да ли ћемо сачувати светла пламенова?
Да ли треба покушати да се сетимо
Шта је погрешно и шта је исправно?
 
Нема више суза, нема више суза,
И да живимо још сто година,
Амигоси, нема више суза.
 
А ако њих заборавимо,
И жртву коју су учинили,
Да ли ће нас злоба и туга
Посетити опет?
Да ли ћемо да плешемо плес по сунцу**?
Да ли ћемо попити вино мира?
Да ли ће наше сузе бити радоснице?
Да ли ћемо задржати звер у заливу?
 
Нема више суза, нема више суза,
И да живимо још сто година,
Амигоси, нема више суза.
 
Унутар вриска је тихо,
Унутра мора тако и остати.
Нема победника ни побеђених,
Само хорор, само бол.
 
Нема више суза, нема више суза,
И да живимо још сто година,
Амигоси, нема више суза.
 
Нема више суза, нема више суза,
И да живимо још сто година,
Амигоси, нема више суза.
 

Kakva ironija

Thalía:
Kakva ironija,
da noc moze da se ujedini sa danom,
da reke sa morima bi se ujedinile,
kakva ironija,
da mi ne mozemo jos uvek.
 
Carlos:
Kakva ironija,
da budem tvoj, ali da ti ne budes moja,
da budem tuzan zbog osecaja tolike radosti,
kakva ironija,
da bi nas cak i sreca bolela.
 
Thalía y Carlos:
Nije isto zeleti da te ostavim,
kao pokusaj da te prestanem voleti,
ako sa neba pada kisa
i iz zemlje radja se cvece,
kako mogu biti zabranjene ljubavi.
 
Thalía:
Koliko god da zelim
da te iscupam iz mog zivota vise ne mogu,
moji krici su nemi bez tvojih prstiju
i vise ne mogu da nastavim
da zamisljam tvoje usne na drugim poljupcima.
 
Carlos:
Koliko god da zelim
da te iscupam iz mog zivota nema nacina,
leto, jesen, zima i nikada prolece
i vise ne mogu da nastavim
kad bi bilo lako bacio bi novcic.
 
Thalía:
Kakva ironija
gledati ljubav moleci srecu,
imati te blizu, ali ne moci imati te,
kakva ironija,
da bi nas cak i sreca bolela.
 
Thalía y Carlos:
Nije isto zeleti da te ostavim,
kao pokusaj da te prestanem voleti,
ako sa neba pada kisa
i iz zemlje radja se cvece,
kako mogu biti zabranjene ljubavi.
 
Thalía:
Koliko god da zelim
da te iscupam iz mog zivota vise ne mogu,
moji krici su nemi bez tvojih prstiju
i vise ne mogu da nastavim
da zamisljam tvoje usne na drugim poljupcima.
 
Carlos:
Koliko god da zelim
da te iscupam iz mog zivota nema nacina,
leto, jesen, zima i nikada prolece
i vise ne mogu da nastavim
kad bi bilo lako bacio bi novcic.
 
Carlos:
Koliko god da zelim
da te vidim kako dolazis,
kako decembra
ceka januar.
 
Thalía:
Kalendar
zaboravlja da te cekam
i iako ne placem
na mom prozoru pada pljusak.
 
Thalía:
Koliko god da zelim
moji krici su nemi bez tvojih prstiju.
 
Carlos:
I iako ne placem
na mom prozoru pada pljusak.
 
Kakva ironija!
 

Члан Клана

Док шеташ сам у брдима
Са ветром који ти дува у лице,
Добар је осећај бити поносан
И бити слободан и бити раса.
 
То је део клана,
И живот у горама,
И ваздух који дишеш
Тако чист и тако свеж.
 
Када си сам у брдима,
Са ветром у коси,
Са жудњом да осетиш
Само слободу.
 
Да ли је исправно је веровати
У потребу за слободом?
Време је за умирање
Без преиспитивања.
 
Зар не можеш да видиш шта они раде?
Они нас мељу,
Они нам узимају земљу
Која припада клановима.
 
Нисам сам са сном,
Само желим да будем слободан,
Са потребом да припадам,
Ја сам члан клана!
 
Слобода!
Слобода!
Слобода!
Слобода!
 
Време је прожето страхом,
Земља је прожета променом.
Када би преци чули
Шта се дешава сад
 
Преврнули би се у гробовима,
Сви би се посрамили
Јер је земља слободних
Бачена у окове.
 
И ја знам шта желим,
Када буде прави тренутак
Узећу оно што је моје,
Ја сам члан клана!
 
И кунем се да ћу бранити
И да ћемо се борити до краја,
И кунем се да ме никад живог неће ухватити!
 
И знам да ћемо стајати
И да ћемо се борити за своју земљу
И кунем се да ће се моја деца
Рађати слободна!
 
И знам шта желим,
Када буде прави тренутак
Узећу оно што је моје,
Ја сам члан клана!
 
Слобода!
Слобода!
Слобода!
Слобода!
 
Не, не можемо да им дозволимо да узимају још!
Не можемо да им дозволимо да узимају још!
Ми смо земља слободних!
 
Не, не можемо да им дозволимо да узимају још!
Не можемо да им дозволимо да узимају још!
Ми смо земља слободних!
 
Не, не можемо да им дозволимо да узимају још!
Не можемо да им дозволимо да узимају још!
Не можемо да им дозволимо да узимају још!
Ми смо земља слободних!
 
Слобода!
Слобода!
Слобода!
Слобода!
 
Да ли је исправно је веровати
У потребу за слободом?
Време је за умирање
Без преиспитивања.
 
Зар не можеш да видиш шта они раде?
Они нас мељу,
Они нам узимају земљу
Која припада клановима.
 
Нисам сам са сном,
Само желим да будем слободан,
Са потребом да припадам,
Ја сам члан клана!
 
И знам шта желим,
Када буде прави тренутак
Узећу оно што је моје,
Ја сам члан клана!
 
Слобода!
Слобода!
Слобода!
Слобода!
 
И знам шта желим,
Када буде прави тренутак
Узећу оно што је моје,
Ја сам члан клана!
 

Irony of Fate

As long as the patterns are drawn on the glass, it's winter
As long as you're not with me, but all alone
I so fled, I so flew
Snowflakes in your blizzard
Snowflakes in the blizzard of yours
To say I love you.
 
Whenever on the streets the winter performs and flaunts, na-na-na
And all the dogs and the flat owners are thus comfortable in [their] homes, na-na-na
 
Chorus:
Such is the story
The irony of fate, irony
Such is the story
Of how I found you.
 
You were sitting at home, but your white Labrador 'Salmon'
Whined, into the yard I wanted to go and at the phone the cord was gnawing
You were sitting at home alone in the embrace of a blanket
And into the yard he escaped, you had to break after him.
You lost him in the blizzards
And she went in tears among the snowy firs
Snowdrifts like riding breeches
I saw your gaze through the window of the cafe.
 

Don't Cling To My Wings

I don't see any sense in this anymore
Just pretty sentences that go around
Yes, you speak but you're not saying anything to me
 
You are beautiful, 'You're ugly!' I say
I dig my grave and plea for your grudge
I speak about how I will yet rise today
 
This is the last time I'll get angry
Tomorrow, at long last I'll change
And I won't mention you anything
 
You can't reach me
Don't cling to my wings
You'll never reach me
Even if you cling to my wings
 
Every time you say what the heck
I'm wondering what I demanded this time
I believe I don't owe you anything
 
In my dreams I press your head against the pillow
Until I know the tracks can surely be found
In the mornings I cry my little visions
 
Today, finally, is my time to get angry
Tomorrow, you'll be missing my number
And I won't mention you anything
 
You can't reach me
Don't cling to my wings
You'll never reach me
(Catch me if you can, catch me if you can!)
Even if you cling to my wings
(Tar in feathers)
 
Don't even think that this is
You're not thinking this is
Don't even think that this is
Difficult, difficult
Difficult, not at all
Not at all
 

Just a writer

[Chorus]
The city dwellers don't care who's the captain taking control
God forbid give me woe from wit!
If authority just clowns around, fighting it is a waste of time.
Why must I go to the Kalashniy Row* then?
I don't need to fool myself for an electorate of sheep
A game with no rules - I'm outside of it
I have a head of full of fog and my calling to is get paper dirty
I'm all for myself and it won't f*ck with me!
 
[Verse 1]
I wasn't born to do great things
What am I warring with, f*ck, the leader or the dissident?
And how I stupidly found myself with this constant thing
In the middle of life in the forest within the twilight
I barely wear a cross for I am not Jesus
Who and to where will I ever lead? I'm lost myself.
They ask who have I become? What am I fighting for? Where's the way
Eat your fill, thanks to god, let me support you
Give me credit, don't get worked up and don't worry
Who sticks out? Don't teach me how to live! Little by little
Dolce Vita, Chic or Kitsch - it's all too much
Rich men: Givenchy, Jimmy- Jimmy Choo
Judging by their eyes, everyone is really cheered up
The jaw here and there, frozen gums
Honestly guys, I myself don't even know who I've become
I'm just a writer, my job is to write - not f*ck around!
 
[Chorus]
The city dwellers don't care who's the captain taking control
God forbid give me woe from wit!
If authority just clowns around, fighting it is a waste of time.
Why must I go to the Kalashniy Row* then?
I don't need to fool myself for an electorate of sheep
A game with no rules - I'm outside of it
I have a head of full of fog and my calling to is get paper dirty
I'm all for myself and it won't f*ck with me!
 
[Verse 2]
I won't start a fight with evil
All the rebels here are as doomed as Absalom
I'm all for good, but I write books and as for the rest:
Yes burn in the blue fire! I don't give a f'ck!
Hiding from my issues and where do I go to make trouble?
I'm the city with no rights here myself - good for me
I'm not a rich kid from here. I naturally see the bigotry of a despot.
Who has an honest offshore here?
Well, if you find a corner - don't shit where you live
Your conversations about the trumpets are f*cked up
I haven't kissed any b*tch's ass - my conscience is clear
The rest is society's problem - Listen, why'd you do that?
They already rubbed me about Olympus and shame
The party isn't a convent, take off your halo and cool off
We have a banquet while it's noisy, are the nymph's eyes empty?
But then again our nymphs are young, yours are like Windows 3
Doesn't f*ck around!
 
[Chorus]
The city dwellers don't care who's the captain taking control
God forbid give me woe from wit!
If authority just clowns around, fighting it is a waste of time.
Why must I go to the Kalashniy Row* then?
I don't need to fool myself for an electorate of sheep
A game with no rules - I'm outside of it
I have a head of full of fog and my calling to is get paper dirty
I'm all for myself and it won't f*ck with me!
The city dwellers don't care who's the captain taking control
God forbid give me woe from wit!
If authority just clowns around, fighting it is a waste of time.
Why must I go to the Kalashniy Row* then?
I don't need to fool myself for an electorate of sheep
A game with no rules - I'm outside of it
I have a head of full of fog and my calling to is get paper dirty
I'm all for myself and it won't f*ck with me!
 
[Outro]
Understand that it won't f*ck me up
What do you have? A strong world here? A politician?
Hello! I'm a writer. The role of the savior isn't mine.
Look how not even the grief gets to me.
Time to go home, this party's ruined - some drank too much and is vomiting
I come out onto the square, lights, but we're not in New York. Given that the car is roaring
I almost sit in a taxi, but I suddenly see her..
 

Pali anđeo

Versions: #2
Azazel je iza tebe i igra igru
Demoni su u tebi i oni igraju svoje igre
Gledaju i skrivaju se dok čekaju trenutak
kada će demon biti spreman da preuzme kontrolu nad tvojim umom
 
Ti i samo Bog možete znati šta može biti učinjeno
Ti i samo Bog ćete znati da sam ja taj
Ti i samo Bog možete znati šta može biti učinjeno
Ti i samo Bog ćete znati da sam ja odabran
 
Da li bi ovo mogao biti kraj našeg sveta?
Sve stvari koje nam znače i koje volimo
Ništa nije ostalo do da se sa ovim suočim sam
Jer ja sam odabran
 
Da li bi ovo mogao biti kraj našeg sveta?
Sve stvari koje nam znače i koje volimo
Ništa nije ostalo do da se sa ovim suočim sam
Jer ja sam odabran
 
Pobeđeni pali anđeo ali uzdići ću se ponovo
I moć je unutar mene, odlučio sam da se molim
Dok čekam Armagedon* i dolazi mi u susret
Čast je biti izabran i čekam taj dan
 
Ti i samo Bog možete znati šta može biti učinjeno
Ti i samo Bog ćete znati da sam ja taj
Ti i samo Bog možete znati šta može biti učinjeno
Ti i samo Bog ćete znati da sam ja odabran
 
Da li bi ovo mogao biti kraj našeg sveta?
Sve stvari koje nam znače i koje volimo
Ništa nije ostalo do da se sa ovim suočim sam
Jer ja sam odabran
 
Da li bi ovo mogao biti kraj našeg sveta?
Sve stvari koje nam znače i koje volimo
Ništa nije ostalo do da se sa ovim suočim sam
Jer ja sam odabran
 
Da li bi ovo mogao biti kraj našeg sveta?
Sve stvari koje nam znače i koje volimo
Ništa nije ostalo do da se sa ovim suočim sam
Jer ja sam odabran
 
Da li bi ovo mogao biti kraj našeg sveta?
Sve stvari koje nam znače i koje volimo
Ništa nije ostalo do da se sa ovim suočim sam
Jer ja sam odabran
 
#MaxP

Russian Cockney

Speaking our Russian Cockney1
Without a dictionary, you'll die like the Etruscans...
 
Your neighbourhood is 'endz' or 'bits',
Panel girls are called 'skets',
And trust me, 'food' is not only about meals, you'll not buy it in Tesco and Sainsbury's.
Like 'lemon&cheese'2, an owner is 'landlord', if you rent an 'apartment',
Don't trust him: know that he's not your 'fam' or 'mate', and not all of your 'mandem'3 are 'bredren'...4
They wait for you here at nights, with 'screwfaces' under the hoods,
Basically, there're those who are more obnoxious, those who are 'on hype' and tear London to shreds,
You are probably a 'badman'5
If you say 'Wag1'6 instead of hi,
But you are a 'wasteman' posing as a local and thinking:
I can't wait to go back to Brighton and Plymouth,
It's unlikely that England will accept you if you don't know that a 'quid' is a pound, 1000 is a 'grand', a gun is a 'tool', a knife is a 'shank', that's right, 'innit'...
'Off ur face' or 'wasted' means drunk as fuck and 'tipsy' means drunk just a little,
The transport pass is called 'oyster card', fuck knows why, 'it's some next ting',
Cases in Cockney - to hell with them,
A chick here is a 'jezzy', a 'bird' or a 'gash',
She might be 'buff'7 or 'butterz'8: fucking awesome, puffed-up, ugly and everything in between,
Oi! If something's from the street, it's 'gully' and 'gutter', know, that we caught you, aesthete, when you babbled about dubstep and two-step not knowing that the district is called a 'council estate'9 – 'nutter'10!
Screwed up? They'll tell you 'fix up'!
'Nice one' means everything's fucking great,
To diss is to 'par', to show respect they say 'big up' and 'safe'
And there's a red 'rizla'11 for 'zoots'12
And the message for every dubstep tourist:
You're on the island, 'cuz'13, watch your back,
You may be a dangerous gangster in your neighbourhood,
But here, near Brixton and Plaistow, you're hipster!
 
Speaking our Russian Cockney
Without a dictionary, you'll die like the Etruscans...
 

• 1. Oxxximiron used to live in London. He explains some of local slang words in the song. I put them and other English words used in the original in quotation marks.
• 2. Some weed types have names like 'lemon haze' or 'blue cheese'
• 3. Mandem - friends/acquaintances
• 4. Bredren - brothers/best friends
• 5. Badman - a gangster
• 6. 'Wah gwan' means 'whats going on', taken from the carribean accent 'patois' and daily used as UK slang talk for hello, spelt as 'Wag1' on chat sites and MSN as it takes less time to type
• 7. Buff means 'good-looking'
• 8. Butters means 'ugly'
• 9. Council estate - is an area of a city in which there are council houses and apartments
• 10. Nutter is a crazy person.
• 11. Rizla is a brand of rolling paper
• 12. Zoot is another word for marihuana cannabis, a spliff weed or a joint
• 13. Cuz - a buddy, a mate

Calling the mice to fight

Calling the mice to fight,
Let meeting with me
Though a million, though a billion.
I am a tiger, not a cat, inside of me now lives
Not Leopold, but a leopard
 
The wool on end, a chin up,
Don't stay on the road in my way,
If I will meet a thousand devils,
I will tear into a thousand parts.
 

Bipolar Girl

The press is fucking with our minds again, the chills and jetlag
Shove the badge and the questions up your ass, Sherlock
We give a part of ourselves to rap, like Tosin does to djent,
And we rake in the cash, tears still fresh, the year is engraved on the grave stone
 
We're asking in vain: give us all more than shelter here
Like a wanderer really waits for a flickering light of an inn
We, who are sacrificing everything for the onlookers
Those, who having finished with the ring around our neck will throw it into the muzzle*
 
And what do we get in return? Man, what's in return?
That people's love is bitter bread - a joke on an evening show
When you're poor, you have great expectations from a grand paycheck, but
Where will you go, when the paycheck can't save you, like medicinal juices could?
 
'Oxx, what are you on?
You have everything which a little underground rapper could dream of
You've left the gutters, and instead of being happy with your successes
Here is another sob story. Look at how we live,
I don't think anybody around you lives like that,
Our alcohol is cheaper than a textbook.
So if you're wining, you're a wimp like Chandler.
 
This is bigger than you, more than
Your self-examination of a useless clown, man
Remember, we went side by side together for a hundred years
We followed the same road to the same dream
 
With God's help to the end, instead of disappearing
For a few more years, send that shit away
'Hey, wuss, you won't live forever
Get yourself together! Why are you such a wimp?'
 
Yeah, you're right, but it seems
You've jumped to conclusions, guys,
In a year and a half, I've lost myself.
My friends: two are dead, one is resuscitated
 
Each step I take is under a microscope
And real talk, if I make a tiny mistake, that's it
I waited for a year to give away the throne
The crown is heavy, I'm tired of fucking everyone
 
It's that age, when you start
And you grab everything out of thin air, you're aggressive to adults.
Remember? My home was a drifting island
And my only possessions were helium and air
 
Don't write - 'Oxx, let your hair grow long'
After three years of being in the press, I've gone bald
And I would love to leave, but I can't let my friends down
My conscience won't let me
 
From my oral area
Must emerge a new poem and be flow-plastid
Seem like a pop-artist, but still an MC
Big boss, CEO, that feeds his team
 
A kind son, down to earth
An Oxford graduate, but nobody gives a fuck
You, catcher in the rye, laugh while you're above the abyss
The motto on Crawley's arm says 'God Forgives'**
 
MC frienemies are circling
Dancing round my dead body
But I'm a live corpse, being strangled by my own flesh
If you stab me - I'll bust my gut
 
So keep flowing, you gypsy song
Don't know what I've become, used to be a nerdy kid,
But I'm not sad, I don't care,
Because my bipolar girl loves me...
 

Along with the swallows

Your strawberry basket and your dotted dress
and your angel face.
This strange language I don't understand.
My eyes are eating you.
 
Your outfit like a giant's, like a hero in training
Your chewing gum1 dancing between your youthful2 jaws
All these promises written on your skin
as my dress slides down and I turn myself into a gift.
 
Wait for me.
I'll be done with the war this spring
We'll meet again.
 
Take me far away across sea,
over there, to the West.
 
Wait for me.
Along with the swallow, no later, I'll be there.
 
Take me to the top of the skyscrapers,
to the mirror I pretend to believe3 just for you
 
Keep my cigarets and my harmonica.
From now on I will play it only for you.
Show me your smile, yous sign of the cross,
this is what I will carry away with me.
 
Take this medal, it belonged to my mother.
It will protect you in these fields of misery.
Take this last kiss and remember it
in these days of anger, that's all you'll have left.
 
Wait for me.
I'll be done with the war this spring
We'll meet again.
 
Take me far away across sea,
over there, to the West.
 
Wait for me.
Along with the swallow, no later, I'll be there.
 
Take me to the top of the skyscrapers,
to the mirror I pretend to believe just for you
 

• 1. This American marvel was brought to Europe by the GIs
• 2. lit. '(brand) new'
• 3. That's rather an anachronism. In 1944 America was a land of freedom and plenty for most French people, who had to endure four years of dictatorship and miserable living standards under German occupation. Disenchantment about the 'lying mirror' of the American Dream would come much later.

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Chitinous Carapace

People live in manors, waste their heritage, end up in stairwells
And people live together, but it's a sequence of mechanical actions
At first, people are such dreamers that consume with their eyes and wait in the night
But people reap sorrows, burn the pier after leaving and shrug their shoulders
People find something in words, go to therapists, and get dogs
People get acquainted again like nothing's wrong, they don't lose their minds
People believe in horoscopes and astrological signs, but everyone is replaceable — slots are the same
And the city is drowning in greenery, someone swims out, someone drowns — C'est la vie
 
And we never know what we've lost...
There's a whirpool ahead, I'm vulnerable, don't peel off my chitinous carapace
But who would touch your face now?
There's a whirpool ahead, don't spare me, peel off my chitinous carapace
 
People spill liqueur on a counter sitting in a bar, they drink it since
Not everyone takes well that nobody will ever tell them: wait a minute
And yes, everything complete and appropriate is much more appreciated here
And if something is shared — it's a bad call. All men can aim, they'll put their hands on it in a heartbeat
People suffer, choose 500 different outfits when they lose their faces
People die and that's it, there's a landlord, he evicts tenants...
People see signs and omens everywhere, but they're not sure where their fears and doubts are
And clouds hang around the sky, absolutely mute and totally indifferent
 
And we never know what we've lost...
There's a whirpool ahead, I'm vulnerable, don't peel off my chitinous carapace
But who would touch your face now?
There's a whirpool ahead, don't spare me, peel off my chitinous carapace
 

Мртва природа

Погледај у базен и реци шта видиш.
Из дубине таме лица ми машу.
Зар их не видиш, јасно се очитују свима.
Они су тамо, ох знам да ми не верујеш.
 
Ох... Никад се нисам осећао чудније.
Да... и нећу скренути с ума.
 
Не сумњам у то да мислиш да сам полудео.
Не кажеш али очи твоје говоре све.
Сате сам провео посматарјући у базен.
Нешто ме вуче унутра,
не знам шта да учиним?
 
Ох... Одузимају ми снагу.
Ох... Питају ме да останем.
 
Кошмари.... Зову ме духови.
Кошмари... Не пустају ме.
 
Целог мог живота крв је лагано отицала.
Осећам да сам слабији из дана у дан.
Некако схватам да немам где отићи,
Осим да се њима придружим на дну базена.
 
Сада... Осећам да су јако близу.
Ја... Почињем јасно да их видим.
 
Кошмари... Све време ми долазе.
Кошмари... Умириће ми ум.
 
Јасно је све и ја знам шта ћу учинити.
Морам и тебе доле повести
да их и ти видиш.
Ухваћени за руке заједно ћемо скочити право у базен.
Зар не видиш, не само мене, они желе и тебе?
 
Ох... Бићемо доле заједно.
То...ће трајати вечно.
 
Кошмари... Вечно ме зову.
Кошмари... Сада смо у вечном покоју.
 

Iron Shirt

Yo, I see the future in the eyes of those little children
It's pathetic how they hibernate in front of television
Sleeping calm and tight, but what if we were to awake 'em?
To reveal the truth, if the sheets covering it all were taken?
Think about what you've lost and the world turns on its head
Do you feel the shock, say, has your heart ever bled to death?
Do you as well fail to see whether truth is still real?
'Cause allegedly the terrorism's eating our liberty
A little bird has told me that you could be trusted
That you measure every evil man right away with your gauges
But that's not enough, my devoted faithful Christian
You're selling golden Bibles while hate's feeding on hunger
 
[Chorus:]
I'm gonna put on my iron shirt
To chase the devil out of her
 
Yeah, you keep the devil off o' me
I can feel him heightening your hipocrisy
Murdering the spirit and dripping his will into your hearts
Don't play with fire, this is no joke
Isn't it strange, babies becoming parents
Assimilated by the system nobody tries to change what's happening
I see mankind keeling over, why are we fooling off our time?
Unbelievable, when we even know our headsmen
Everyone believes in good, accepts that there is evil too
But no one ever thinks that evil wins
Remember Qabil and Habil1, remember Abel and Kain
If everyone were to unite, we'd long have scored 7 to one!
 
[Chorus]
 

• 1. Kain and Abel in Arabic

Samo dobri umiru mladi

Demon u tvom umu noćas će te silovati u krevetu
Mudrost starosti, laži i poraza je skrivena
Vreme nikoga ne čeka
Moja budućnost je otkrivena
Vreme nikoga ne čeka
Moja sudbina je zapečaćena
 
Ako sutrašnjicu otkažem, besmrtni će mi danas zahvaliti
Protuslovim tvojim prorocima, ismevam tvoje etičke motive
Mesec je crven i krvari
Sunce je spaljeno i crno
Knjiga života ćuti
Nema povratka
 
Samo dobri umiru mladi
Svi zli izgleda da zauvek žive
Samo dobri umiru mladi
Svi zli izgleda da zauvek žive
Samo dobri umiru mladi
Samo dobri umiru mladi
 
Misteriozni ludak je žrtva surove šarade
Neki nevini pešak je na kraju pat pozicije
Da li je smrt drugo rođenje?
Način da se oprostiš sa svojim snovima?
Da li besmrtnici žive u nama
I gledaju kroz naše oči?
 
Šetnja po vodi je čudo u koje možeš da veruješ
Proveri tvoj leš, odgovara li tvojoj pohlepi?
Pa mislim da ću te ostaviti
Tvojim episkopima i tvojoj krivici
Pa sve do sledećeg puta
Uživaj u svom grehu
 
Samo dobri umiru mladi
Svi zli izgleda da zauvek žive
Samo dobri umiru mladi
Svi zli izgleda da zauvek žive
Samo dobri umiru mladi
Samo dobri umiru mladi
 
Sedam smrtnih grehova
Sedam načina za pobedu
Sedam svetih staza do pakla
 
Sedam nizbrdica
Sedam prokletih nada
Sedam je tvojih vatri
Sedam tvojih požuda...
 

Крвна браћа

И ако прошеташ вртом живота
Шта очекујеш да ћеш видети
Баш као огледало које одражава твој живот
А у реци одраз мене
 
Само на секунду видим одраз свог оца
И у покрету ми даје знак
И у моменту су сећања све што остају
И све се ране опет отварају
 
Ми смо крвна браћа, ми смо крвна браћа
Ми смо крвна браћа, ми смо крвна браћа
 
И док гледаш око себе у поражени свет
Шта видиш, да ли мислиш да смо научили
Не ако гледаш у ратом разрушен метеж
На улице где се бебе спаљују
 
Ми смо крвна браћа, ми смо крвна браћа
Ми смо крвна браћа, ми смо крвна браћа
 
Има времена када осетим да ме страх за свет
Има времена када ме је срамота свих нас
Када лебдиш над емоцијама које осећаш
И осврћеш се на добро и лоше
 
Да ли ћемо знати шта је одговор на живот?
Да ли ми можеш рећи шта је уствари живот?
Можда све ствари за које знаш да су ти драге
Коб судбине може одузети
 
Ми смо крвна браћа, ми смо крвна браћа
Ми смо крвна браћа, ми смо крвна браћа
 
Када помислиш да смо потраћили све наше шансе
И шансе да исправимо све на боље
Правећи исте старе грешке*
Чини губљење баланса лаким*
Када живимо наше животе на ивици
Помоли се над књигом мртвих
 
Ми смо крвна браћа, ми смо крвна браћа
Ми смо крвна браћа, ми смо крвна браћа
 
И ако прошеташ вртом живота...
 

2 ујутру

Дођем са посла у два ујутру и седнем са пивом
Укључим ноћни ТВ програм и питам се што сам овде
Бесмислено је и тривијално и оптерећује ме
И још једном се питам да ли је све ово што имам
 
Ево ме опет
Погледајте ме опет
Ево ме опет
Самог
Јако се трудим да видим
Шта још имам
Ево ме опет
Самог
 
Живот ми је тако патетичан, волео бих да све оставим иза себе
Ову столицу на расклапање, овај кревет, ове зидове што ми притискају ум
Држећи се за нешто боље
Што те само вуче ка поду
Да ли га само треба пустити или наставити и покушати да поднесем пад
 
Ево ме опет
Погледајте ме опет
Ево ме опет
Самог
Јако се трудим да видим
Шта још имам
Ево ме опет
Самог
 

The Black Herons

The black herons · They cross the sky
The white winter · It comes down from the North
The yellow summer · It has hidden in the sea
The cold wind · It is running on the lawns
 
But you and me, my love · With our hands in our pockets
We walk on the road · With the summer still inside
With a dream of seaside · And warm bodies in the Sun
And of voices in the night · In the clear night
 
You who know the sea · Take me away with you
Where people wear · Only of its colors
You who know the sea · And the wind, its master
Fill that wing · And break those waves
 
The gray fog · It has filled the streets
Lamps lost · On the river bank
The yellow summer · It has remained in our eyes
The white rain · It pours over the silver streets
 
But you and me, my love · With our hands in our pockets
We walk on the road · With the summer still inside
With a dream of seaside · And warm bodies in the Sun
And of voices in the night · In the clear night
 
You who know the sea · Take me away with you
Where the night is clear · And the sky is closer
You know the sea · And the stars as a guide
Take that rudder · And show me the way