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Idi odavde Nika ga nema
Idi odavde
Idi odavde Nika ga nema Nika ga nema Nika ga nema Nika ga nema
Idi odavde
Idi odavde Nika ga nema
Idi odavde Nika ga nema
Get out of here Nobody has it
Get out of here Get out of here Nobody has it Nobody has it Nobody has it Nobody has it
Get out of here
Get out of here Nobody has it
Get out of here Nobody has it
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infernalia (infernalia)
06:25
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mramor hladnoća lice
u ledu nemoć crnina ruže
pod vodom grad u magli pruga
u daljini most
iznad rijeke ponor stijene limena glazba
križ
izvan groblja
marble
cold
face
in the ice weakness blackness roses underwater city in the fog train tracks
in the distance the bridge above the river abyss
rocks
tin
music
cross
outside the cemetery
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Recepti za ograničavanje sreće
i širenje terora
polaze od činjenice da
smo plašljivi pred misterijom postojanja
Zapisani su u knjigama za koje kažu da su svete gdje nas Demijurg
plaši infernom
vječnim mukama
A crnorizci i vladari zadovoljno trljaju ruke jer njihova vlast
dolazi od neba
Gospodi pomiluj raba svojega grešnoga
upute za ljubav i obitelj također su detaljno propisane izbjegavanje grijeha
postaje nemoguća igra
Ispravno je: -zatomiti želje -obuzdati čula -odreći se užitka
Ne uvodi nas u napast no izbavi nas od zla od vrata pakla
izbavi, Gospode
dušu moju
I tako ispada
da je na ovom svijetu
najbolje zaboraviti sreću
da se ovog života
nekako najpametnije odreći
da je ljubav ispravna
samo ako je u tijesnim okvirima svetih pravila tradicije
dok vaša srca venu
u žudnji za slobodom
U ime oca i sina i duha svetoga amin
Ne daj bože da se dva muškarca vole da dvije žene postelju dijele
da u brak stupa troje
da čudaci odgajaju djecu
Ne daj bože
Gopspodi, usliši molitvu moju i vapaj moj k tebi pride
ne odvrati lica svoga
od mene
jer je u tebe smilovanje i radi zakona tvojega otrpio sam te, Gospodi
Recipes for limiting happiness
and the spread of terror
started from the fact that
we are afraid of the mystery of existence
They are written in books which they say are sacred where our Demiurge scares the inferno eternal torment
And the clergy and rulers
they rub their hands contentedly because their power
comes from heaven
God have mercy
we are your servants sinful
Instructions for love and family they are also prescribed in detail avoiding sin
it becomes an impossible game
It is correct:
- Suppress desires
- Control the senses - Give up pleasure
Do not lead us into temptation deliver us from evil
from the gates of hell
deliver me, Lord
my soul
And so it turns out:
That in this world
it is best to forget happiness
That this life
is somehow the smartest thing to give up That love is right
only if it is in the tight confines
of the sacred rules of tradition
while your hearts wither
in the longing for freedom
In the name of father and son and the Holy Spirit
Amen
God forbid two men love each other that two women share a bed
that three marry
that weirdos raise children
God forbid
Lord, hear my prayer
and my cry comes to you do not turn away your face from me
because you have mercy and for thy law's sake
I have endured you, Lord
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sumnjam u sve počevši od sebe riječi
riječi su laži slova
su mrtva na papiru su prazna obecanja ti
ne postojiš stvarno svijet
je nesto što se sanja
glad je nešto što me budi
sjreca
je prazno obećanje
sumnjam
sumnjam u sve
sumnjam da si stvarno tu kraj mene mene
zapravo nema
ja sam samo
gledanje u mraku
slušanje tišine
dodir praznine
I doubt everything starting with your words
words are lies words
are dead on paper
they're empty promises
you
you don't really exist
the world
is something that they dream of hunger is something that wakes me up happiness
is an empty promise
I doubt
I doubt everything
I doubt you're really there next to me me
there really isn't
I’m alone
looking in the dark
listening to silence
a touch of emptiness
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pazi!
zlatna mladež
djeca koja ne poznaju
svijet običnih ljudi odrastaju u nesretnike
i nesreću svoju šire
u koncentričnim krugovima oni su ishodišta jada
pazi da im ne okreneš leđa
kad se raduju
čine to očajnički
jer očaj je njihova karakteristika mogli bi reći
očaj je njihov običaj
da se izrauim pjesnički
ali nema poetike
u toj grubosti
okruženoj zlatom
samo patetični trenuci bijesa
u kužnim dvorima otaca
generali, šverceri,
ratni zločinci,
saborski zastupnici,
loše organizirani kriminalci podli gradonačelnici ministri bez kulture
u ime boga i nacije
očiju mračnih od lađnog morala
njihove zlostavljane pokvarene žene ne pitaju nikada - otkuda?
prikladno žmire
na porijeklo imovine
groteskno masno premazane poklade
njihova lica su krhke fasade
njihovo prstenje spremnici otrova pazi da im ne okreneš leđa
pazi da se ne zatekneš
u njihovom radijusu
da se ne ponadaš neočekivanoj koristi da ne postaneš zaklani pijetao
na karnevalskoj gozbi
u kući optočenoj zlatom
watch out!
golden youth
children don’t know
the world of ordinary people they grow up to be unfortunate and their misfortune widens
in concentric circles
they are the source of misery
be careful not to turn your back on them
when they rejoice
they do it desperately
for despair is their characteristic you could say
despair is their custom
to express myself poetically
but there is no poetics
in that rudeness
surrounded by gold
just pathetic moments of rage
in the domestic courts of the fathers
generals, smugglers,
war criminals,
members of parliament, poorly organized criminals vile mayors
ministers without culture
in the name of god and nation eyes dark with cold morals
their abused corrupt women they never ask – where from? appropriately closed eyes
on the origin of the property grotesquely greasy coated carnival
their faces are fragile facades
their rings, poisons containers
be careful not to turn your back on them be careful not to get caught
within their radius
not to hope for unexpected benefits
not to become a slaughtered rooster
at a carnival feast
in a house encrusted with gold
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Novinari uvijek pišu: "vatrena stihija"
baš uvijek
Svaki požar
i onaj podmetnut u skladištu broj 2 i onaj što se proširio iz
crnog BMWa
na parkiralištu nocnog kluba
i onaj u ilegalnom starackom domu
vatrena stihija odnijela živote
zahvatila hektare
o životinjama da i ne govorimo
kucu onog poznatog pjevaca
odmah je objavio fotografiju zgarišta na instagramu
s neba
intrvenirali kanaderi spektakl
a možda se uništenje odvija po planu
možda postoji plan uništenja dokument
crno na bijelo
izgaranjem do zemljišta plamenom do osiguranja
ovo nije antiutopijski Fahrenheit samo obicni
pokvareni
stupanj
Celzijusa
plan za osvetu za profitabilno raseljavanje
za zadnji pogled
prema poznatom životu
za neizvjestan opstanak
za lošije sutra
za konacno gašenje
lomaca za istospolne parove za vještice
za protudržavne elemente strategija spaljene zemlje
Journalists always write: "firestorm"
every time
for every fire
and the one planted in warehouse number 2 and the one that spread from
a black BMW
in the nightclub parking lot
and the one in the illegal nursing home
the fire took lives
covered hectares
not to mention animals
the house of that famous singer
he immediately posted a photo of the crematorium on instagram
from heaven
water bombers intervened
spectacle
and perhaps this destruction goes according to plan
there may be a plan of destruction a document
black on white
by burning to the ground
flames to insurance
this is not an anti-utopian Fahrenheit just plain
corrupt
degrees
Celsius
a revenge plan for profitable displacement
for a last look
according to a familiar life
for uncertain survival
for a worse tomorrow for a final shutdown
bonfires for same-sex couples for witches
for anti-state elements
a scorched-earth strategy
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barbari (barbarians)
04:45
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noću hodam pustim ulicama
obilazim kuće s ugašenim svjetlima
u njima više nema života
one mi se obraćaju tihim glasovima prošlih vremena, sanjivim uspomenama iz djetinjstva govore
“Idi odavde!
Idi odavde sto dalje
U nama nema života“
ali ja život i ne tražim nego premotavanje unatrag
ne želim bolju budućnost
nego srednju prošlost
i ne podnosim nova iskustva ne podnosim uznemiravanje
mene zanimaju sjećanja u davno umrlog grada
samo vrane znate
crne, velike vrane one čuvaju sjećanja pričaju priče davno umrlog grada
meni je to dovoljno više mi ne treba
at night I walk the deserted streets
I walk around the houses with the lights off there's no more life in them
they address me in quiet voices
past times, dreamy memories
from childhood they speak
“Get out of here!
Go as far as possible from here”
There’s no life in us“
but I’m not looking for life
rewind
I don't want a future better
than an average past
and I don’t tolerate new experiences I can't stand the harassment
I’m interested in memories in a long-dead city
only crows know
big black crows keep memories
they tell the stories of a long-dead city
that's enough for me
I don't need it anymore
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