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Я смотрю на Фрушку Гору с Салаша,
И на поля Воеводины хлебородные

Probability of Paradise

Before we noticed, the storm had ended.
Last night’s fists were washed clean.
If daybreak loosens the screws,
even things like machines and buildings will awake.
Everyone’s born carrying
a single paradise within their heart.
If you keep to the path going back to sleep,
you can go there on your own.
 
I got it - I can see it in the distance!
Like a panorama, everywhere I look
is a peaceful Happy Island.
One more chance.
I want to tell you - convey it to you.
 
The gate of dreams opens now, before our eyes!
 
If the last dewdrop is brushed away,
a mini rainbow will span the space between our fingers.
Not noticing when we can’t afford it. People are truly simple.
 
I got it - I can see it nearby!
My heart can see.
A Daybreak where believing is courage.
One more chance.
I want to understand you, to laugh with you.
 
The gate of dreams opens now, before our eyes!
 
Living just to take chances -
there’s no value in a life like that,
nor in a life spent only in battle.
 
I got it - I can see it in the distance!
Like a panorama, everywhere I look
is a peaceful Happy Island.
One more chance.
I want to tell you - convey it to you.
 
There’s a hundred percent chance at the next gate.
 

Julia (mourning for the South)

Versions: #1
A Gypsy guy,
Sugar-coated and sly,
Sold me a tambura...
Beggars and beys' great-great-grandson...
A finger on the string slips away,
The ill-fated song catches me off-guard,
I don't know anymore if it's mine - or his...
 
Oh, may the lightning strike me like it does the hay,
If there's anything I'd be mourning for...
Damn the prankster be, he hid me the sorrow along with the tambura
 
A rabbi granted me a book,
Deadly as a carbine
If one could only tell one lie from the other...
But for long I haven't been able to tell
If I'm reading it or writing it
I open my mouth, and the wise man speaks...
 
And so, a tear drops in the mastic...
It roils the glass, and then roils even the days...
I am made less of myself,
The Nomad makes the bigger part
And that weirdo's ranting something,
He doesn't ever get enough of the Sun
 
[Chorus:]
The barren poplars are mourning...
And while I'm listening to them
I'm always caught by the rhythm of the flocks
Mourning for the South...
The cranes are flying over the sky...
And this soul even tonight keeps plowing up there for that plow...
 
My love got stolen by a thief,
A doctor's son,
A priest's grandson,
He took her to the lands without snow...
She pops in my dreams,
I threaten her to stop,
In the dream is she mine - or his...
 
And so I'm cracking days as walnuts,
What gets bitter doesn't need to be bitten...
I'm sowing the world through a thin sieve,
Looking for something particular
For a penitent and a fugitive
Someone on the other side of the Sun
 
[Chorus x2:]
The barren poplars are mourning...
And while I'm listening to them
I'm always caught by the rhythm of the flocks
Mourning for the South...
The cranes are flying over the sky...
And this soul even tonight keeps plowing up there for that plow...
 

Moon, moon, yes, yes

Three, two, one, start
the moon looks at us and we look back.
the moon is over us, it will be ours.
 
yesterday the world and today the sky,
because it belongs to us and freedom flies.
 
Moon, moon, yes, yes
united under the great explorer
moon, moon, yes, yes
today we own the galaxy
 
forward brothers our moon is red
we wil conquer the small rock
we are the ones who rule the sky
because we are the biggest in the universe
 
Moon, moon, yes, yes
united under the great explorer
moon, moon, yes, yes
today we own the galaxy
 
Moon, moon, yes, yes
united under the great explorer
moon, moon, yes, yes
today we own the galaxy
 
Moon, moon, yes, yes
united under the great explorer
moon, moon, yes, yes
today we own the galaxy
 

Yellow Leaf and Raja Jani (Buddy)

Yellow Leaf and Raja Jani are a little lost these days,
They think the world is round
(Because it is)
 
Yellow Leaf and Raja Jani are a little quiet these days,
They know that they are no longer,
They are no longer!
 
A lost needle pricks me
But it isn't painful
Everyone sleeps, Everyone cries
This world sleeps.
 
If it lives, or dies
there is no care anymore
 
If you hide, If we hide,
Its a new cheat
 
We are used to running in veins
Because we can't live without it.
 
A lost needle pricks me
I am never tired of it
You laughed, you cried
Did anyone care?
 
if the heart burns or if it heart dies
What does anyone say?
 
If we burn, if we die
We cannot have fear
 
We are used to running in veins
Because we can't live without it.
 
You should know by now that:
 
We are used to running in veins
Because we can't live without it.
 
The world is round!
 

Yeah yeah, aka KMA

We haven't seen each other in three years
You act as if nothing has happened
But I can see it on your face*
You're an ass like always
If they want something, then they're all nice
But if you're not doing well, then they're all gone
They smile at you, but treat you like crap
And if you call then they decline
And I think 'uh, what's wrong this time?'
You play nice, but you're actually a SoB*
How underhandedly you laugh
Please go to the top of the house and jump from the roof
You talk without a break
But I only hear blah blah
Think to myself 'man are you a victim'
But I just say yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, you're nice, man, but you know,
Nice is the little sister of shitty
Yeah yeah, I said 'goodbye'
But I'm never ready,
Yeah yeah,
Yeah yeah means 'kiss my ass!'
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Means 'kiss my ass!'
Dude*, Dag, man, concentrate!
Your verse is starting
Yeah, yeah
Sometimes yeah yeah means 'shut the f up!'*
Sometimes yeah yeah means 'fuck you!'
Sometimes it's just 'I don't care'
Being nice without meaning it isn't right
YE-AH YE-AH, what's with the stuttering
This anthill, everyone is a robot
I have no time for all this prattlebabble
I get a hangover from all the small talk the next day
And Daddy Dag doesn't believe a word you say
Regardless if a poor man or company there in Panama
Everything is blah blah, yeah yeah
Aka K-M-A
So I just sit and thing about
Why you're telling me this
Because I didn't ask you anything
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, you're nice, man, but you know,
Nice is the little sister of shitty
Yeah yeah, I said 'goodbye'
But I'm never ready
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah means 'kiss my ass!'
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Means 'kiss my ass!'
Hey dude, I swear you are such a good person
You think you're a hero, you protect the environment
Because you drive a Smart, yeah yeah
You're so on trend, plaid shirt
And you've got a beard growing, yeah yeah
You've got Insta and WhatsApp and Snapchat
and blah blah, yeah yeah
Dude, you know what?
K-M-A, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, you're nice, man, but you know,
Nice is the little sister of shitty
Yeah yeah, I said 'goodbye'
But I'm never ready
yeah yeah,
yeah yeah, means 'kiss my ass!'
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Means 'kiss my ass!'
K-M-A
K-M-A
D-d, Vincent
Ok I don't know anymore
You now have insta and WhatsApp and uh and blah blah
Yeah yeah hahahah yeah, ok, I thought, ok
 

To Ash, To Dust

Versions: #3
To Ash, to Dust
return we must
But not just yet
Miracles come last, you bet.
 
The tide of time
It falls too late
To ash, to dust
To ash?
It seems our fate.
 
To Ash, to Dust
return we must
But not just yet
Miracles? Not just yet
Miracles in the end we’ll get.
 
Is this a dream we’re in
Always Tossed ed and torn by the wind
Who could know for sure?
 
The clock upon your wall
Alarm begins to call
So put your hand in mine
And hold it for all time
 
It’s time for you to choose
With everything to lose
Do you love bliss or agony?
 
The darkness steals the sky
The light fades from your eyes
So look at me
And I won’t cry
Together in the dark
We’ll Die