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Where are the Dreams?

From the scream of a child becoming conscious
To the sounds of audible fire
From the heart of the suffering mother
I say to them, shame
shame
From the proud land that brings us into being
And the color of the cedar that colors us
And the tears of the eye that record us
We say peace
 
They killed the joy that was here with us
They stole the joy of my life from me
They made me not know how to sing
My sadness began to sing about me
Where are the dreams?
 
The dying rose is wilting
I want to water her, but how do I get there
On the paths fire does not allow the journey
Shame!
 
Lebanon your name is on my forehead
My love is inscribed onto you
Beirut is waking up my years
And my life is a journey
 

To smile, waking up

(I was staying) in the clouds at the waterfall in a step from hell.
Fate moved me away from the edge.
And I don't know, what is my reward for -
To live beyond the blue ocean in a step from paradise?
 
There are warm rain, soft wind, swaying palm trees.
Subtropical springs are endless.
And there comes a crazy thought not to return
To the past, and to stay here forever.
 
Chorus:
But this mute life is not mine.
And I'll be back. Once I'll be back.
Just light up a lighthouse on time
And never mix wine with sorrow.
 
You no longer understand what you want.
In which of happy lives should you take a place?
And until when will you trample grass -
You don't know. Everything will be decided on the sky.
 
Chorus:
But this mute life is not mine.
And I'll be back. Once I'll be back
Just light up a lighthouse on time
And never mix wine with sorrow.
 
To hope and to rely,
To think the heartbeat is the best music,
And certainly to smile, waking up -
It's all that's left for us.
 

Dew Drops

If I only knew
When I would die
Ah, my Lord, my God
I would've hired a carpenter
To build me a coffin
Ah, my Lord, my God
 
I'll just lie down and die
I'll fly up to God
Ah, my Lord, my God
I'm with our God
With great concerns
Ah, my Lord, my God
 
My silken grass,
Oh, my dew drops of pearl
 
Take me down, my dear God
From heaven - and back to earth
Ah, my Lord, my God
From heaven - and back to earth
Onto the yellow sands
Ah, my Lord, my God
 
My silken grass,
Oh, my dew drops of pearl
 

Као што на златним стопама зора

Као што на златним стопама зора
долази и тера сенке ноћи
 
тако из искреног труда настале
наде наше у бескрајно светло Ти подигни.
 
(превео Гаврило Дошен)
 

We learn Russian

Perestroika, perestroika
Crazy paranoia,
You see a department store
And in reality it’s a mess. 1
 
No cheese, no eggs,
Afghans and Chinese beat us,
Lithuania with Latvia leave the SU… 2
Why, the fuck, we need this law?
 
In a village in Kazakhstan
the bear fucked the Komsomol girl.
- “Fuck her!” - cried all the people,
- “The government fucks us too!”
 

• 1. Or a “brothel” - depending how you understand the word “бардак”.
• 2. Soviet Union.

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Beggars

Like homeless person I am today
Empty, poor and alone, my soul is crying
Even the money, that damn money can't warm my soul.
 
My home without you is like after war,
I can't recognize it.
Here we are today, look at us today...
 
Chorus:
We are like beggars in the love,
When we are separated with you, now.
I want to scream but it hurts more than wound.
We are like beggars in the love,
I'm going to burn everything,
When you are not with me i'm like another person.
 
You see me today, that strong person crying like baby,
It's obvious that I miss you, even the strongest ones get hurt,
I don't hide it, I'm saying it...
My home is without you is like after war,
I just can't recognize it.
Here we are today, look at us today...
 
Chorus again...
 
You're in my heart, only you.
The heart wants to scream... how it hurts.
 

Prosjaci

Kao čovek bez doma,
prosjak bedan i sam,
danas duša mi plače!
Čak i sa parama,
tim pustim parama,
nju ne mogu da ugreju!
 
I kao posle svađe
bez tebe je moj dom - ne mogu da ga poznam!
Eto kako smo danas, vidi nas kako smo danas sada!
 
Refren:
Prosjaci smo u ljubavi,
čim smo razdvojeni sada!
Dođe mi da vrištim,
više boli od rane!
Prosjaci smo u ljubavi,
sve ovde će izgoreti!
Čim smo razdvojeni s tobom,
ja sam prosto drugi čovek!
 
Ti me gledaš čoveče,
zdrav, hrabar čovek,
kao bebe danas plače!
Vidim da ćeš mi nedostajati,
hrabre boli,
i ne krijem, samo kažem!
 
I kao posle svađe
bez tebe je moj dom - ne mogu da ga poznam!
Eto kako smo danas, vidi nas kako smo danas sada!
 
U srcu si mi ti,
samo, samo, samo, samo ti!
Dođe mu da vrišti!
 

Strange are the tastes and needs of mine...

Strange are the tastes and needs of mine,-
I'm exotic, to put it mildly, indeed:
I can chew on glasses and at the same time-
Without dictionary the works of Schiller read.
 
There are two of Me, two poles of the planet,
Two different people, two foes:
When one strives to go to the ballet-
Straight for the run the other goes.
 
I won't allow in my mind anything excessive,
When I live as a person number one,-
But very often breaking out free
The second me in the form of a villain.
 
And I'm fighting, squeezing the bastard in me,-
Oh, my restless destiny!-
I'm afraid of a mistake: it may well be,
That I'm squeezing not the second Me.
 
When in my soul I'm opening the galley proof
On those places, where itself is sincerity,-
On credit then the waitresses giving me the food
And woman caressing me for free.
 
But now fly to hell all the ideals ,
But now I'm rude, intolerant and angry,
But now I'm seating and stupidly eating the glasses,
While throwing Schiller under the table.
 
...And the court is on, the whole courtroom looks me in the back.
You, prosecutor, you, comrade judge, here is my plea,
Believe me: the shop window I didn't break,
But vile second Me.
 
And I'm begging you: judge me not-
Just give me time, but don't give me time!-
As a spectator I will attend the court
And to the prisons sometime dropping by.
 
I'm no longer intend to break the shop windows
And citizens faces , write it down all!
I will join two halfs, two foes
Of my sick split in two soul!
 
I'll get rid off, bury, burn,-
Clean up myself, will not hide a thing!
It's so alien to me this my second,-
No, this is not my second Me!
 

rosy

flowers bloom in the dark night
it moves dangerously as i stand up
you’re intoxicated by the scent and try to break me
i open my eyes wide and you look at me intently
 
i want to have it
but i don’t want to get hurt
careful, baby
it’s not easy, i’m just getting started
 
i don’t hate this thrill
i know you’re curious
i know i’ll sink into it deeper
a bit more
 
i bite the bright rose petals
i feel this moment melting
i get nervous when you smile
but i relax and extend my hand
 
i found you in the rose bushes
everyone wants something shiny
come to me tonight before you get lost
we’ll bloom at the end of the night
 
avoid feeling drowsy
don’t get hurt
when you’re curious about my gaze
i hide that i don’t know
 
i don’t hate this thrill
i know you’re curious
i know i’ll sink into it deeper
a bit more
 
i follow that light shining for me
but i can see you so far away
you attract me more
i can’t stop
 
i don’t hate this thrill
i know you’re curious
i know i’ll sink into it deeper
a bit more
 
my life is rosy
my life is rosy
 
i know i’ll sink into it deeper
a bit more
 

Светогрђе

Била сам у твом животу нешто попут религије
Сада ако одеш, то ће бити светогрђе
 
Размисли добро поново
Шта покушаваш да урадиш
 
Ја имам гвоздену песницу
Душа ми је као камен тешка
Да бих поднела горчину коју сам доживела
Када си ми рекао да одлазиш ти
Не тражим од тебе сажаљење
Нити желим да ме жалиш
Само желим да застанеш мало пре него што одеш
И да се сетиш
 
Дођи сада назад, врати се
Бол који имам да зауставим
И дођи сада назад, врати се
Да те заглим, да те пољубим
 
Сада се кладим са тобом
Због онога што радиш и што ми говориш
Сваке ноћи која долази, имаћеш велику
Грижу савести