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Harsh Tango

Wandering the world like a bird,
Traversing the path of life,
Occasionally, sometimes, once in a while, as they say,
I would like to drop off and fall asleep.
Give the ship a minute of rest,
Tomorrow she will go her own way.
In faraway travels, battles and campaigns,
I swear, I will forget about all.
 
Chorus:
But at this hour, when I caress you with my hand,
When love, all by itself, burns without asking us.
With a mad force, I quietly repeat:
'Please understand, my dear, please believe me,
You are my idol, I will not leave you'.
 
Departing to further expanse,
I will glitter with an unrequested tear,
In passion, as in happiness,
All of us are seeking constancy,
But nothing lasts forever under the moon, no!
Maybe you will tell somebody,
Somewhere at the end of your years:
'Still, there was, there was a minute,
Of that love, which is no more'.
 
Chorus
 

MIRO

R.O.M.E.O.
Let me take your body turn to me
R.O.M.E.O
Look at that, look at that
(Let me say yeah)
One o one for the love
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Let me see your body turn my way
(Yeah yeah yeah)
 
I slowly go to you
As if I’m familiar with it, I secretly eye for a crack
(I’m eyeing your heart nannannannanana)
So wait my lady
Very slowly
Trust yourself to me
I’m lucky
I’m getting lucky
 
You drench my heart
Even your face that looks at me
A girl like you drives me crazy
 
Why are you drenching me
With those red lips
Kiss me
You are my lucky babe
 
I’m getting sucked into a force
That I can’t escape
In this place
Show yourself to me
 
You’re a maze
I can’t push you away
You’re a maze, there’s no answer
Maze maze maze
You’re in my fantasy
Here and there, I look
But I endlessly go around the maze
 
Oh oh oh oh oh
MIRO MIRO MIRO MIRO baby
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Trapped in a maze
 
Check it check it check it
Oh my girl
What do I do? My heart is racing
What do I do?
Take care of me now
(nannannanana)
 
I’m still going to you, you’re mine
There’s no need to think about it
I can’t lose a girl like you
 
Why are you drenching me
With those red lips
Kiss me
You‘re my lucky baby
 
I’m getting sucked into a force
That I can’t escape
In this place
Show yourself to me
 
You’re a maze
I can’t push you away
You’re a maze, there’s no answer
Maze maze maze
You’re in my fantasy
Here and there, I look
But I endlessly go around the maze
 
You shine so much, my eyes are wide open
Crazy for your beauty
Take care of me for falling for you
You’re so dazzling
That face is dangerous
You aim for me, breathtakingly
Get your loved, love me right
Come to me slowly
 
I’m getting sucked into a force
That I can’t escape
In this place
Show yourself to me
 
So I won’t get lost again,
Hold my hand
(Now accept me please)
Now accept me
 
You’re a maze
I can’t push you away
You’re a maze, there’s no answer
Maze maze maze
(Because you’re in my fantasy)
You’re in my fantasy
Here and there, I look
But I endlessly go around the maze
 
Oh oh oh oh oh
MIRO MIRO MIRO MIRO baby
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Trapped in your maze
 
Oh oh oh oh oh
MIRO MIRO MIRO MIRO baby
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Trapped in your maze
 
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Nataša

Hajde da igramo,
da li čuješ, Nataša?
2x
 
Budi kraljica
a ja ću biti kralj
hajde da igramo
da vidiš raj
2x
 
Refren:
Dva, dva, dva
ljubim te u usta
četiri, četiri
veselje ću da napravim
hajde da igramo
Nataša
ti si moja kraljica
2x
 
Hajde da igramo
da li čuješ Nataša?
 
Budi moja sva
da li čuješ Nataša
2x
 
Budi kraljica
a ja ću biti kralj
živeti sa tobom
to je pravi raj
2x
 
Refren:
Dva, dva, dva
ovu pesmu čuj
četiri, četiri
ti si božji dar
hajde da igramo
Nataša
ti si moja kraljica
2x
 
Hajde da igramo
da li čuješ, Nataša?
 

Not of This World

Just how much it all turned! How much smoke it took just not to see what was of this world.
With toes always curled, when they said: 'son, you know you're simply not of this world.'
Just how much it all turned, but all is nothing apart from poetry that is of this world.
Grew up with no clear return, but the label always stuck - son, you're not of this world.
 
Son, you're not of this world, excess, like a pen leaking ink,
As if someone dug a crop out, or just cut off a link,
From a chain, where every one is exemplary (I piss on them!),
Every link with this world is going off tangentially.
 
As the cuts were stinging, I heated up the sand,
And whoever I meet now, a barrier stands,
And you're pretty much fine, but, rummaging inside you,
On goes the search for anyone a bit like you.
 
Where the mindless, the homeless, the shabby ones,
The smoked out Cauldfields and twitchy Durdens,
Anhedonia, and Jared Leto's omens,
We're born to amphetamine, nu-metal and Baphomet.
 
You're the type that can't believe the hype - we're Peter Pans,
We grow from days of foam, but we don't grow right,
Raving from a one track mind, the minibus leaves for a mini-home -
In his image, God makes man.
 
Chorus:
Just how much it all turned! How much smoke it took just not to see what was of this world.
With toes always curled, when they said: 'son, you know you're simply not of this world.'
Just how much it all turned, but all is nothing apart from poetry that is of this world.
Grew up with no clear return, but the label always stuck - son, you're not of this world.
 
Books spread opinions, doubts come from within them,
And from doubt, laziness, and from there, oblivion.
Michel Houellebecq, de Lautréamont, even Necromonicon,
Again, this world's a target for payback.
 
DJs, tapes and decks - all that type.
Seems you're like bad wounds, infecting all life.
Of us, the city thinks the worst, one stab and then you're burst.
The truth is like a fungus - born from fights over this curse.
 
Where's Aldous fucking Huxley now? Don't you like this brave new world?
Then you're just a kid - back to the creche, get out!
Surrounded by defeats, and by failures, by cursed poets and those blessed with graphomania,
The knights of subculture, defenders of glass covers, warriors of lacquer, forgotten music lovers.
It's like this world hangs over a glass fucking panel, but I can see the light at the end of your sonic tunnel.
 
Chorus:
Just how much it all turned! How much smoke it took just not to see what was of this world.
With toes always curled, when they said: 'son, you know you're simply not of this world.'
Just how much it all turned, but all is nothing apart from poetry that is of this world.
Grew up with no clear return, but the label always stuck - son, you're not of this world.
 
Just how much it all turned! How much smoke it took just not to see what was of this world.
With toes always curled, when they said: 'son, you know you're simply not of this world.'
Just how much it all turned, but all is nothing apart from poetry that is of this world.
Grew up with no clear return, but the label always stuck - son, you're not of this world.
 

I Admire don Ramón

(Don Ramón:
'What is this, what is this?
Watch it.')
 
This is a tribute to our boss
He was a boxer, but he never hit anything
He was no good at paying the bills
He always fourteen months behind on the rent
 
I admire don Ramón
Scrawny tattooed guy, the most badass
 
The crappy witch always harassed you
Ms. Florinda always humiliated you
Jirafales always thought you were beneath him
And loud-mouth Quico always told on you
 
I admire don Ramón
Scrawny tattooed guy, 'the most best'
Don Ramón's my teacher
As I toast to you, I drink this rum
 
Rascabuches, Peterete, and don Ramón
Will always be my source of inspiration
I shout to you so that you hear me, wherever you may be
Today I give a salute to you, great Ramón Valdés
 
'Take this!'
 

I ako je pogledam

Prelazim ulicu da bih je pronasao,
jer priznajem da uprkos vremenu
moje osecanje i dalje postoji,
dolazi mi u glavu sve i imam strah...
Da budem tako slab kao na pocetku,
jer vezanih nogu i ruku ziveo sam u paklu.
 
Ne zelim da ona misli
da sam i dalje lud, ludacic kao uvek.
Ne zelim nista da zna,
ako spavam sa njenom slikom na mladom mesecu.
 
I ako je pogledam,
radije bih da mi daju jedan metak,
boli me toliko da je imam blizu,
iskrvarim samo sto je vidim,
tragicna ljubav sa prokletim lancima.
 
I ako je pogledam,
radije bih da mi daju jedan metak,
boli me toliko da je imam blizu,
iskrvarim samo sto je vidim,
tragicna ljubav sa prokletim lancima.
 
Niko je nije video da place,
niko od nje nije video ljubaznosti,
pored toga uvek je govorila
da ne zeli vise da bude deo svojih hirova.
 
Osecam da bi me iskoristila
kao drvo koje u vatri
je bilo ugasen pepeo koji oduva vetar.
 
I ako je pogledam,
radije bih da mi daju jedan metak,
boli me toliko da je imam blizu,
iskrvarim samo sto je vidim,
tragicna ljubav sa prokletim lancima.
 
I ako je pogledam,
radije bih da mi daju jedan metak,
boli me toliko da je imam blizu,
iskrvarim samo sto je vidim,
tragicna ljubav sa prokletim lancima.
 
Ay lere lere...
 
Place i odbacuje milje ne disajuci,
sad znam da ces se udaviti,
sad vidis ovaj zivot vrati ono sto neko uradi lose.
 
Plakajuci sa patnjom ces se oslobadjati
te tuge i tog bola
i tamo nece biti moje ruke,
ni ljubav koju sam ti davao toliko godina...
 
I ako je pogledam,
radije bih da mi daju jedan metak,
boli me toliko da je imam blizu,
iskrvarim samo sto je vidim,
tragicna ljubav sa prokletim lancima.
 
I ako je pogledam,
radije bih da mi daju jedan metak,
boli me toliko da je imam blizu,
iskrvarim samo sto je vidim,
tragicna ljubav sa prokletim lancima.
 
I ako je pogledam