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Armija sivih (zalosnih)

Jesi li tuzan kao ja?
Suze ti teku niz lice,
Dodji nam i pridruzi se,
Zelimo da budemo zajedno tuzni.
 
Podji sa nama!
Podji sa nama!
 
Zasto jos uvek stojis po strani?
Pridruzi se nasoj bandi!
Kada tada marsiramo u tuzi,
Nista, bas nista ti se ne moze dogoditi.
 
Ruka u ruci, nikada vise sam,
Ruka u ruci, bez gledanja nazad,
Pridji, priblizavamo svoje redove,
Marsirajuci u korak protiv srece.
 
Podji sa nama, pridruzi se!
Podji sa nama, u korak,
Podji sa nama, pridruzi se i,
Podji sa nama, u korak.
 
Depresivan, tuzan,utucen,
Trebali bi zajedno ocajavati,
Frustriran i melanholican,
Pesimistican, dijabolican.
Zasnovano na uvelim ruzama,
Drustvo beznadnika.
Postani clan, pridruzi se,
Svako moze biti,
Ovde.
 
Ruka u ruci, nikada vise sam,
Ruka u ruci, bez gledanja nazad,
Pridji, priblizavamo svoje redove,
Marsirajuci u korak protiv srece.
 
Podji sa nama, pridruzi se!
Podji sa nama, u korak,
Podji sa nama, pridruzi se i,
Podji sa nama, u korak.
 

Жалобне припреме, бледе бакље

Жалобне припреме, бледе бакље,
дане страшнији од мрака,
суморне звезде гробова,
не, видећу само твоја погребна светла.
 
Ти, који видиш моје збуњено срце,
Оче дана! О, Сунце! О, Оче мој!
Не желим више добро које је Кастор изгубио,
и одричем се твоје светлости.
 
(превео Гаврило Дошен)
 

Dada song

I
 
The song of a dadaist
who had dada at heart
exhausted his engine
which had dada at heart.
 
the lift carried a king
heavy frail autonomous
he cut off his big right arm
sent it to the pope in Rome
 
this was why
the lift
had no.longer dada at heart
 
eat chocolate
wash your brain
dada
dada
drink water
 
II
 
The song of a dadaist
who was neither gay nor sad
and loved a woman cyclist
who was neither gay nor sad
 
but the husband on New Year's day
learnt everything and in a crisis
sent to the Vatican
their two bodies in three suitcases
neither lover
nor cyclist
were neither gay nor sad
 
eat some good brains
wash your soldier
dada
dada
drink water.
 
III
 
the song of a cyclist
who was dada at heart
who was, then, a dadaist
like all true dadaists
 
a snake was wearing gloves
it shut down the valve quick
put on some snake-gloves
and came to kiss the pope
 
isn't it charming !
flowered belly
had no longer dada at heart
 
drink some bird's milk
wash your chocolates
dada
dada
eat some veal.
 

That Window That Faces The Sea

Even if I live to be a hundred,
I won't be able to forget
That ship that I watched capsize
In the 's mouth, as I tried to get lost
And that window that faces the sea!
 
I don't know how many times I came down the Tagus,
And sailed out to the sea with a bleeding soul
Carrying, in my mind, those lips that I envy
And that window that faces the sea...
 
Sailor from the high seas,
When the waves, one after the other,
Get ready to assail you
To sink your ship in the sea foam,
Watch the keel as it dances on the crest
Of those gigantic waves that want to swallow it...
If you're not careful, you won't lay eyes again
On that window that faces the sea!
 
If it had even more (waves),
The more powerful they'd come
While reminding me, in moonlit nights,
Of those mischievous eyes that were awaiting
In that window that faces the sea!
 
But destiny wanted that my behemoth,
So old and tired, would end up stranded
In the estuary's mouth and, curiously, just in front
Of that window that faces the sea!
 
Sailor from the high seas,
Watch the waves one after the other,
Getting ready to assail you
Amidst mountains of white foam!
No matter how much they dance in a frenzied orgy,
They don't come with the desire to torment me,
As does that crazy girl that I left one good day
By that window that faces the sea...
 
[Instrumental]
 
Sailor from the high seas,
Watch the waves one after the other,
Getting ready to assail you
Amidst mountains of white foam!
No matter how much they dance in a frenzied orgy,
They don't come with the desire to torment me,
As does that crazy girl that I left one good day
By that window that faces the sea...
 

To Prince Tristan

On your blue soul
the stars perch for the night.
 
One must be quiet with you,
oh, you my temple,
my prayers affright you

Sorrow

Nor red, nor black
Nor blood, nor tears
Nor patience, nor sins
 
In the empire of pleasure
Don't stay in spirits of the blaze
That corpses devided
 
No glory, nor vanity
Nor sigh, nor malice
No arrow, no heart
 
Sorrow of the star, of the wind
Rain, blood
Faceless body
Soulless Stone
Letters without numbers
Fractions of eclipses
Suns without shade
Even angels
All that's left are bone, dust, and ash
 
Nor pink, nor scream
Nor flesh, nor stone
Nor mercy, nor beauty...
 
In the empire of pleasure
Don't stay in spirits of the blaze
That corpses devided
 
Sorrow, sorrow