A keresés eredménye

Vertically looking

Vertically looking
Down there all is well
The black water doesn't change
The black water doesn't change
 
Vertically looking
Walking is a matter of habit
Only a vulgar convention
Only a vulgar convention
 
I see everything I'm not supposed to see
All from here
 
Vertically looking
Goes on a while stops for a while
A friendly convincing
Now I'm taking a stone along for a swim
 
Vertically looking
Everything's destroyed and fucked up
Cheerful appearances
Believe and eat slop
 
I see everything I'm not supposed to see
All from here
 
Vertically looking
Everything's completely different
Synonyms lose their meaning
Synonyms lose their meaning
 
Vertically looking
I'm a bloody atheist
God's my witness that's truth
God's my witness that's truth
 
I see everything I'm not supposed to see
All from here
 

Tie me up

Tie me up,
with the rope I'm pulling along.
Tie me up,
for a better tomorrow - the worse yesterday,
tie me up,
and I'll give you the love.
 
Tie me up,
don't let me get away.
Tie me up,
what can I do, they are taking me away,
tie me up,
and I'll give you the love.
 

1228 (White rabbits)

I'm prowling like a racer over the hatch.
Silently waiting for hours.
Red cut below the eye,
all the stupid wounds get remembered.
 
Caressing light from the sky,
Indian summer is oozing.
A prey stolen from the depth's bottom,
butchered by a scrawny mutt.
 
Memories are flooding,
quickly, like white rabbits...
 
Standing on the muddy road,
fights with the stronger one.
The machine walking in place.
Slippery clay is laughing.
 
The moon shines on his troubles,
he waits for his turn, as long as it takes.
I'm pouring tobacco in his palm,
extended life nods,
I'm walking further...
 
Memories are flooding,
quickly, like white rabbits...
 
We arrive. The load is put down.
Cheerful yellow gates.
...And gravel cracks under tires...
...And leaves start to rustle.
 
I'm stopping, my back hurts.
I'm gulping down the whole pitcher of water.
Every time the same ritual.
The game ends here...
 
...where memories are flooding,
quickly, like white rabbits...
 

A serious case of hell

My brain's at peace
But under the sea a hot stone flows
My grave's burping
It'll eat up my bones if I stop
The tattooed fear on your cheeks is sobbing
You are only his tenant
Deadly serious,
Without a father and without friends
 
Empty years,
Fly around you with sadness
What are you doing with them
And what are they doing with you, the way you are now?
You've revised your stance a hundred fifty times
One second you were born a man, the next a woman
Who cares about that
You know it yourself
You were born a pussy
 
Where's the line?
I'm not sure it even exists
What's the goal?
Or are we running in circles, without a goal
A road from you to me, with a thousand holes
Like the Kumodraška street
I don't have the time,
To wait for you to kill yourself
 
Remove me,
I'm not paying with my life for the sake of your spite
Brake me,
Fine, I admit, I didn't manage to understand
Kill me,
You can do that with everyone
If he [truly] sees everything, why's he acting like a fool
Why doesn't he banish all this shit into the heavens
 
Bad smelling breath of revenge,
Is circling above my head
Should I kill,
To reorder myself and join your tribe?
People swallow tears, chew their own teeth
Blood's pouring down the roof of the Russian church
A serious case of hell
There's hardly anything more terrifying
 
Wake me up
Before I come to wish to die in my sleep
Kill me,
Make an example for everyone by dismembering my corpse
Remove me
I know your fear, no one can know about that
 
If he [truly] sees everything, why's he acting like a fool
Why doesn't he banish all this shit into the heavens
 

Financial construction

I'm disappearing and that's all.
The second hand is struggling.
I'm swallowing a three-prong without fear,
completely confident in myself.
 
Do not wake me while I'm dying,
as it bothers me when you cry.
Your tears look for a smile,
I can not find it.
 
Visit me, remind me
of the stories from ancient times,
when I believed people
and was frightened of the sky.
 
Financial construction
is wrong, it all falls.
A defeat of the overpaid verse,
Two-three words, one tone,
and goodbye...
 
Further
Further
Further away
From here
 

If you have with whom and where

Dawn.
Only smoke and dust.
That's what's left of the winner's scream.
 
Sad mornings are without birds,
as if somebody turned off the tone.
 
Our story has no end.
It's simply running like a dead river.
Only seriously ill,
sees himself as a man.
 
If you have whom and where
you settle down.
Do not let your days pass like mine.
I am not able to tell you who am I.
 
Pregnant oil rigger baptises a priest.
It's the holiday, so at the moment there is no god.
The sweat is dripping - reconstruction is calling,
with five points, and with four letters.
 
In front of sorrow lies grief.
Bite it and cut it.
Decorations on dead bodies,
does it have to be like that, you tell me.
 
If you have whom and where
you settle down.
Do not let your days pass like mine.
I am not able to tell you who am I.
 
Pellet is flying over the head.
Heavens are calling the heroes.
Looking through my fingers,
I sat alone on the roof.
 
A new day and a new lotto.
Each prize is ash and dust.
Do not gamble with life,
Cultivate love, respect fear.
 
If you have whom and where
you settle down.
Do not let your days pass like mine.
I am not able to tell you who am I.
 

Techno...logy

Mornings I don't notice, the light does not move me
I'm quiet, alone, listening to the sounds
Who are you to combine awful sound and an orchestra
Of old screws, the noise of cities
 
Why should I give up, I never wanted
To trust them, I can not hear the strings
Rhythms from the rainforest in swimming caps
The children of Serbia are playing mummies
 
Like there was never anyone except us
No ghosts nor gods nor children's smiles
And where will you go and where will I
And what's the point of the fake glow
Without love in front of you, without anyone anywhere
 
What about us?
 
The man grayhaired and tired, every day is the same
He lives old and alone with closets
Walks along the coast, funerals, and newspapers
Reduced time has already been paid for
 
As if the circuit closes, there comes from memories
The wonderful music of old times
Nobody needs it, nobody remembers
Television has won
 
Like there was never anyone except us
No ghosts nor gods nor children's smiles
And where will you go and where will I
And what's the point of the fake glow
Without love in front of you, without anyone anywhere
 
What about us?
 

Inaccessible fields

My wife sleeps beside me.
She dreams, she can think,
as soon as she wakes up
she's up to something,
where she goes,
three hurrahs for the bomber
above me.
 
Above me is someone else's will.
I want to jump,
those are inaccessible fields,
heights, widths,
as much as you want, you should not be worried.
 
I am not sailing,
today I'm not hunting.
 

Storms

The cloud had covered the castle at the top of the mountain
Which lights up towards the sky and glows like yesterday
While the droplets stream down the branches and fall down
And the earth is full it does not swallow them anymore
Your smile is magical, laugh, kneel in the puddle
Bow to the lightning bolts, they are furious
Insane loggers cut from the top and the trees break
Your smile is magical, laugh, kneel in the puddle
Bow to the lightning bolts, they are furious
Insane loggers cut from the top and the trees break
And the big firs fall down, and the pitch is their blood
And the rains are tears and water will pass
Through Sava and Drina, and people will stay
As they were
Because they don't want and don't want to know
 

Friction

Every morning when I wake up, I'm sure only
that I missed the runway and landed in the field.
I'll get dressed quickly and go to work,
there I have seven hours of my free time.
 
And do you remember when we last kissed
and caressed gently to make our lips tremble,
I would not be jealous to see you with another,
let me cry, I'm ruined and tired.
 
Friction, friction,
that's all we have left of our love.
 
My imagination rocked deep underneath,
potency is a strange thing when it turns into a habit,
hold me stronger and pull me against you,
It will last shorter and there will be less sweat.
 
Onanism is beautiful even when I'm thinking about a tree,
and let my thoughts take me far away from you,
I was so young when I made the first,
now we have three of them... and we love them as our own ...
 
Only friction, friction,
that's all we have left of our love.
 
You're listening to wonderful music, I'm vomiting around the flat,
'you're sewing' beautiful tapestries and putting them on the wall,
I'm going fishing, watching football, to the pub,
and I've always wondered what you're putting in my food.
 
Long ago I've worn my remote control down,
read all the newspapers and fell asleep underneath them,
I'm dead for a long time, but nobody notices,
nobody needs me and everything, just everything I have
is friction.
 
Friction,
that's all we have left of our love.
 

A day that never came

The whole life lived for a day that never came
And hope dies last
And it died what are we to do now
A tired, heavy, slow, torpid organism seeks fuel for the next hour
Neither sad nor joyful
A bottomless black hole
 
We've gone astray and here we are going back slowly, but we do not know how
Luckily in cemeteries still birds live
And the snow covers the traces in the mud
People are nervous and nasty
They love victories in football and war
You used your most beautiful words to bring them to faith (Vera, fem. name)
She's kneeling by your grave and weeping
Asking to whom did we sing
 
We've gone astray and here we are going back slowly, but we do not know how
We waited for a day that never came
A day that never came
 
The whole life lived for a day that never came
And hope dies last
And it died what are we to do now
 
A tired, tough, slow, torpid organism seeks fuel for the next hour
Neither sad nor joyful
A bottomless black hole
 
Luckily in cemeteries still birds live
And the snow covers the traces in the mud
People are nervous and nasty
They love victories in football and war
 
You used your most beautiful words to bring them to faith (Vera, fem. name)
She's kneeling by your grave and weeping
Asking to whom did we sing
 
We've gone astray and here we are going back slowly, but we do not know how
 
We waited for a day that never came ...
 

Andrej

Words are not important, with eyes it is told
I put golden hands together, a filter of someone else's shame
In front of me a desert
 
What is it called when someone comes to you
in troubled dreams and calls for oneself
Faith or truth
 
People are divided into stupid and evil
People are trying to destroy everything
I'm not deafmute
 
The big raindrops, they all are heavenly tears
Disappearing in the water all secret wishes from the subconscious
And above my wet head there still is a roof
I wanted something but I do not know if I dare
I'm not deafmute
 

Never (two thousand and some years)

Find a way
find a new world
I am allergic to fear
and I am even worse than before
 
There is no reason for me to believe in everything
save your spilled sweat
my pain is, still, only mine
 
Everything is like a dream
and as if we have already been there
on some day at the same time
that is following us since childhood1
 
I dreamed of you, you are hammering nails
my hands are bleeding
I can, like, bear everything
 
I wish for an instant
that I was no longer there
that I simply stop
to look for a guiding star
 
Well, you see, that's a lie
and there is no cure for it
when you think it's over
and it's only just beginning
 
For once in your lifetime
raise the white flag
and accept it as your victory
 
Awareness for the common good
gather the wounded
and give2 them salt
let them steel themselves
 
An artificial smile
that takes away your sin
to a waiting list
to a lasting list, with no regret
 
He hides his face
and his hands are full of gifts
and he's waiting to give you
waiting to give you
 
Eyes so big, he can see everything with them
but he is so old
he hasn't got the nerves
disgraced and grey-haired
ice in his eyes
 
The same role for two thousand
and some years
and he will never arrive
and he will never arrive
never, never on time
 

• 1. Literally 'since the little legs', which is a phrase meaning 'since childhood', 'since we were little/children'.
• 2. A slightly formal, archaic form here, could also be translated as 'grant'.