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Leo Masliah - Biromes y Servilletas Лирицс транслатион то енглисх




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In Montevideo there are poets, poets, poets
who without fanfares nor pomps, pomps, pomps
come out from remote lofts, lofts, lofts
of walls of sience of dotted notes.
 
They come out of poorly covered holes, holes, holes
and not achieved projects, projects, projects
who come back like color ghosts, ghosts, ghosts
to paint your eyebags and beg you to not cry.
 
They have shared illusions, illusions, illusions
attached nightmares, nightmares, nightmares
pipes of confused words, words, words
on their sad and slow pass through streets and avenues.
 
They don't pretend fame nor prizes, prizes, prizes
they just move to papers, papers, papers
completely personal experiences, experiences, experiences
very partial experiences that gathered aren't the same.
 
They talk about the dawn until getting tired, tired, tired
without fearing of plagiarize, plagiarize, plagiarize
nothing of that matters while they write, write, write
their mania, their craziness their obsessive neurosis.
 
They walk by the streets the poets, poets, poets
like if they were kites, kites, kites
in a thick sky of melted metal, metal, metal
impregnable, disastrous, terible and boring.
 
In Montevideo there are pens, pens, pens
unbleeded in lines, lines, lines
of words twisting confused, confused, confused
in thin tissues like alcoholic prisioners.
 
They walk by the streets writing and seeing and seeing
what they see they say it and by being and by being
poets while they walk, walk, walk
they tell what they see, and fantasize what they don't.
 
They look at the sky the poets, poets, poets
like if they were arrows, arrows, arrows
thrown at the space that a detour, detour, detour
made them return to nail them in Montevideo.
 
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20.10.2024

O Novi Sad





[Verse 1]
Dawn has broken and I am happy
Because today I'm going to Novi Sad
My friends live over there
Even when I sleep over there, I have nice dreams
Really good people, punks, metalheads
They don't mind turbofolk either
There's nobody pissing me off
I even cheered for Tekstilac with Ranko
 

[Chorus]
O Novi Sad, O Novi Sad
Friendships do wonders
You are in my heart, beautiful city
O Novi Sad, O Novi Sad
O Novi Sad, O Novi Sad
Beautiful women, old and young
You are in my heart, beautiful city
O Novi Sad, O Novi Sad
 

[Verse 2]
At Majkić's slava with stuffed grape leaves and pig roast
My time is spent in good company
And then I went to 'Oblomov' to get a drink at Ljubo's
The girls are prettier than eachother
Bikše took me to 'Lazo's Calf'
The beer is hold and the girls cold
And then to the barbecue in 'Sokače'
Snot is running while meat is being chewed
 

[Chorus]
O Novi Sad, O Novi Sad
Friendships do wonders
You are in my heart, beautiful city
O Novi Sad, O Novi Sad
O Novi Sad, O Novi Sad
Beautiful women, old and young
You are in my heart, beautiful city
O Novi Sad, O Novi Sad
 

[Verse 3]
I played once in 'Route'
And smoked really good weed
Cika, Sloba, Friš and the gang
Relaxed banter and chatting
Really good bands, Ritam and Ateisti
Everyone acts the same to me
In the 'Piknik' studio is the old master
There's where the best things happen
 

[Chorus]
O Novi Sad, O Novi Sad
Friendships do wonders
You are in my heart, beautiful city
O Novi Sad, O Novi Sad
O Novi Sad, O Novi Sad
Beautiful women, old and young
You are in my heart, beautiful city
O Novi Sad, O Novi Sad
 


20.10.2024

Ladies choose





Tonight I secretly watch you
I need your shoulder
Always when I want to dance
They constantly choose the ladies
 

Chorus 2x
Cursed be the land and sky
And this today's day
Always when the ladies choose
I am not chosen
 

Why does no one choose me
I'm not that bad
The girl I love actually
Hasn't chosen me yet
 

Chorus 2x
 

I'm leaving with a sad heart
While our songs are playing
In the quiet night, a voice can be heard
Tonight the ladies choose
 

Chorus 2x
 


20.10.2024

Dinara, Serbian mountain





Whenever autumn comes, I remember Grahovo,
I remember Gradina, Princip Gavrilo
 

Gavrilo from my region, the pride of my homeland
 

Whenever autumn comes, I remember Krčić,
I remember Duke Momčilo Đujić
 

Momčilo from my region, the legend of my homeland
 

Whenever autumn comes, my heart aches
my Chetniks are up on Dinara
 

Dinara, Serbian mountain, I will come soon
 


20.10.2024

Dinaric heart





Enemies somewhere were drinking wine
My people were shedding tears from suffering
They prayed to God, but they didn't know
Would Little One win the battle
 

Chorus:
It's in vain you celebrated enemies
Until the early dawn
God has again raised
His Serb to his feet
 

Enemies somewhere were singing, drinking
My people were sad at home
They prayed to God, sent prayers
Oh God, let Little One heal
 

Chorus:
 

Enemies now are all shedding tears
And my people, look, are singing, drinking
The Lord from heaven said so
The Dinaric heart does not give in easily
 

Chorus: