Marčelo - Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

English (commented)

JBG (Fuck it)

Spoken Intro (recited by Luna Stefanović)
Listen to this current legend:
there will be enough of us left to stand under the plum tree.
And when there are only three of us remaining,
the two will say to each other, 'You are the traitor!'
And while they are arguing, the third, the bigshot,
up on top of the the plum tree will be stealing.
And since no one waters the poor tree,
It will dry and rot, and so will we.

Rap (Marchelo)
And then you ask people why's it like this.. but they shrug their shoulders
and say:
'Ah fuck it'

1st stanza:
Fuck it, fuck it - it's the reign of 'fuck it'
You ask a man where's his spine, and he says: 'Fuck it.
Well what am I gonna do on my own, fuck it, I'm alone, poor, irrelevant
I'm not in charge, and I'm a little bit selfish too.
I'm so worried that I come off as carefree.
I bitch, but quietly, then vote the same, because - fuck it.
I'd take 'im down for a bit, but I also wouldn't.
Better to stay out of it, better to sweep it under the rug.
I'm not ashamed at the thought of it all sinking as I swim
When I ponder should I, my alibi is the majority.
Basically, I have no principle. Mainly, I keep my head safe.
And only one opinion - and that's that I don't have an opinion
Ho boy, some of them get a degree from Nesbit*(1)
The others make Gemisht*(2) from rap and Kemish(3)

When you ask people what they're doing, no one hesitates
Million people hiding behind spiteful 'fuck it.'

Fuck it, important that you got food and work
Even for a handful of cash you say pros, cons, bullshits.
Quite patriotic. Quite decasyllabic.
Quite for the future. Quite for our children.
Everyone hunts the cash, and everyone's caught in a trap.
Hostages of maleficence, everyone a stranger to each other.
Everything is possible, everything goes, everyone agrees to everything.
Every sin is good as long as you're paid tax
Because - fuck it, you gotta, it is a necessity of the Almighty,
and not pure trash for cash, hastag 'fuck it'
And no one gives a fuck for others.
We wash our hands from our selves, and we raise hands against ourselves.
And at the same time, someone's poisoning our air,
Someone's killing our rivers.
For personal profit, they sell our lands.
And make out of us a tribe that kneels before a totem.
All the honest ones are expelled, the scum is pushed forward.

AND, THAT is a betrayal
THAT is against the people. THAT is what truth sounds like.
Those people exist, but no one's minding them
Attack me, and I'll only say...

Chorus 1:
..fuck it. Fuck it - the motto is 'fuck it'
All shame dies when you zip it with 'fuck it'
Soul, spine, what's holy -
sell it for dirt cheap and shut it because - fuck it.
Shut it on evil. Shut it on bottom.
Shut up on everything that destroys our kin.
And when they ask you why are you here where you are,
blame me and say 'fuck it.'

2nd stanza:
Fuck it. Because, that's easier.
Say: 'Chelo de Fakto*(4) courts NATO pact
Traitor, bought off, old Sorosian*(5)
who wants to trample all he is to praise what others are.
Model of NGO. Member of various parties.
Goes to sing for Ustashe, and goes to sing for balie(UNKNOWN)
Get him out, like you did Bjela*(6). And all those bastards
can leave, like Dzuricko*(7), may they never come back.
Woah, hey. Oi. This is my country too.

It wasn't just your grandfather dying for it, but mine too.
Who's ashamed of their origins? Not once in my life.
Even if I lived a hundred lives, I'd loathe the kind
who slander and lie, and think half-rational
that everything they make up - second later turns true.
Never member of anything. Never on a VIP list.
Not one of my letters would I sell for gold *(8)
I am not for NATO. I remember the bombs quite well.*(9)
I am not 2nd Serbia. I am not in circle of Two*(10)
Only, I don't hate anybody. I am born a Yugoslavian man.
All the guns are else's. All the victims are mine.
All the people. All the nations. All villages in flames.
Every innocent who fell for your paroles.
And I'm not religious, I don't even like church.
But when someone is demolishing it, it freezes my soul.
Freezues my blood every image of that hell
But I never even thought that every Albanian is like that.
Halluci-nation-ed mass is up in arms.
You'd defend Kosovo, but you weren't there to defend Kalish*(11)
When they cut it down, did you tell yourself that it hurt you too?
And took to streets when Oliver got killed?*(12)
or for Savamala, or for the ramp, the helicopter?
Well where were you then? Were you defending your own?
I was. And they can break my ribs
and my face on the curb - this is my country.
Spout whatever bullshit out of your foaming mouth,
but no one left Serbia because of me.
Instead, because of you.

...still, I've been hearing for twenty years regardless that I'm a traitor. Well, if that's the case.. Big Master of all Bastards, listen

Chorus 2:
Here's yesterday. Take it and fuck it.
Here's tomorrow. Take it and fuck it.
All hopes. All that's good. Break it over your knee.
With that sick smile, fall ill over everything and fuck it.
Here's people. Fuck it in the head.
While it dreams of a golden age, take it and fuck it.
If I am distracting from that lovely, sweet dream
I'll shut it. Here's everything
Take it and fuck it.
Fuck it.
Fuck it.
Fuck it.

Epilogue (Nikola Dzuircko)
Nationalism is, above all, paranoia. Collective and individual paranoia. As a collective paranoia, it is a consequence of envy and fear, and above all, a consequence of losing individual consciousness.
Danilo Kiš

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Sydän, sydän - Anna sen lentää Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

18.03.2025

Let it fly

Let it fly
Let it fly
Let it fly

Let it live
Let it fly
Let it fly

Let it fly
Let it fly
Let it fly

Let it live
Let it fly
In the middle of bullseye
Swishes right through the hoop*

I remember the branch and the tree
I remember the shared mouth
I remember the grand longing

I share a room with you
I share a shirt with you
Until I depart into the rain

I remember the branch and the tree
I remember the sad mop and the moon
I watch as the rock breathes
I watch as fingers leave prints
I watch everything over again
I listen closely to sky and earth

I everything doesn't fit into the cranium
One can hide their face in their shirt
Even a chair can be a friend
With it one can laugh and cry
One can watch a movie on the ceiling
And feel the rain in one's soul
A mosquito flies with us
It would like a drop of our blood

Let it fly
Let it fly
Let it fly

Let it live
Let it fly

I left you behind
I left you behind
And went away
Sometimes you just have to leave to see
Open the door and walk into the rain

I remember your gaze
I remember your agony
I remember the throe in one's** soul

I remember the branch and the tree
I remember the shared mouth
I remember the tranquil moon

Lou Monte - Twist italiano Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

18.03.2025

Italian Twist

(Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
whoa-oh-oh-oh,
and joy, twistin' like a-crazy,
whoa-oh-oh-oh.)

Round and round like a pizza pie,
turn, turn, do and die.
Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
hey, baby, drink a little wine.

I took a trip to Italy
and what do you think I saw?
Well, everybody was doin' the twist
from nine to ninety-four.

Oh, you should see Sophia twist,
she swings from north to south
and when Gina shakes her hips,
the boys all twist and shout.

Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
whoa-oh-oh-oh,
and joy, twistin' like a-crazy,
whoa-oh-oh-oh.

Turn, dear, turn, lover
doin' the twist at the sleazy bar.
Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
hey, baby, drink a little wine.

In Rome, I met a fella
they called Chubby Knock
and when he starts to do the twist,
the girl begins to yell.

And when I went to Venice town,
I saw the strangest sight:
gondaliers were twistin' 'round
and singin' through the night.

Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
whoa-oh-oh-oh,
and joy, twistin' like a-crazy,
whoa-oh-oh-oh.

Turn, dear, turn, lover
doin' the twist at the sleazy bar.

Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
whoa-oh-oh-oh,
and joy, twistin' like a-crazy,
whoa-oh-oh-oh.

Round and round like a pizza pie,
turn, turn, do and die.
Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
hey, baby, drink a little wine.

Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
whoa-oh-oh-oh,
and joy, twistin' like a-crazy,
whoa-oh-oh-oh...

Evelina (Finland) - Kirsikat Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

18.03.2025

Cherries

Another one of those
Who wrecks you entirely
And doesn't stay to fix things
I'll say it to you straight
You deserve better

This is the new you, a new chapter,
and here the rules are different
Now is your time to decide
who you let in close
I know it still hurts,
but you will fall in love again

I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You won't taste it on lips anymore
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see

I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You'll glow again, and get your energies back
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see

There's still feelings, but
You'll get over it
Even though you don't think so yet
A new door opens when
One closes behind you
Mmm, yeah

This is the new you, a new chapter,
and here the rules are different
Now is your time to decide
who you let in close
I know it still hurts,
but you will fall in love again

I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You won't taste it on lips anymore
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see

I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You'll glow again, and get your energies back
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see

Now is your turn to pick
just what works for you
Let it go if it hurts
Now is your turn to pick
just what works for you
Time to choose yourself first

I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You won't taste it on lips anymore
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see

I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You'll glow again, and get your energies back
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see

Lương Quý Tuấn - Mở Lối Cho Em Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

18.03.2025

Open a Path for You

Exhausted from each other like this , receiving back gossip and mockery
I don’t get a bit of comfort or carefree satisfaction
Letting go of everything, I make an effort even though I know it will collapse
Longing for ambiguity, but I still always stand and wait

(Loving) each other deeply, then split in two, I thought that love wouldn’t fade
Caring to the point of being superficial, so I also don’t know who to blame
Many tragedies and comedies fall upon my shoulders, I bear the numbness of the whole sky
I have to make a way, sending you off, hoping to be reconciled

Since the day you left, I toss and turn at every thought
A piercing pain in my heart, I don’t see peace or leisure anywhere
Since the day you became far away, I fell apart on a pouring rainy afternoon
Deep years and months disappeared with the cold sunset

The emptiness of late nights, I silently light a few drops of spare oil
My heart burns out, I have to embrace sorrow alone
The shaky love story split the two of us, each person on one branch
Disasters and misfortunes, why must I be the one to bear them?