Bube [English translation]

(Marchelo)

You are yelling. I am watching you. You don't see it. I give up: I am putting ahead i n line all previous troubles.

Boom. It burst. There. And now.

Us two, our plan, our paradise. The end.

And flat is smaller than yesterday. Air is stuffy of the words and anger. Gunpowder from the mouth aims souls. In vain.

From the edge of the black hole you are firing fastly the volley of the sentences. Mirthless voice which you're using to call for the rescue is a lie. I know. You. No. You want more. You want a knife. You want an intercourse. You want all. Like it's a need. Like there is no fear. Come on, insult me, empty out that anger, do what you want, but insults are dummy bullets when "I love you" becomes a curse. This relationship is a loop, but you can't let it, so you love and hate and deplete other person. Suffer.

Ref.

Let's eat heads of each other again.

Sink your teeth into, like we did practice before and

go barefoot over the surface of my heart.

Fuck moms* to each other again.

(Marchelo)

And after sex, after cigarettes - these things will seem stupid,

everything is cool, people like to pretend that.

They love to love each others with all power of the hatred,

with Sub-Zero's** touch and sight of the Medusa***.

Cuz route of the routine we are strong...

come on, hug me, yell, cry.

Than I will. Than you will again. Than both. And there will be peace. Morning. New day. But old we.

People are like bugs, aren't they?

Those red, small, who mate weird,

who seem as pair while passion connects them.

Connected with their asses, they don't know what to do and where to go, cuz when one of them want to walk, other walk backwards, and they don't want to let each other, like they want to suffer. Never together in same direction. We are the same.

Always upside down.

And I am invoking the pictures of us when we were still human beings, but everything on them are just dead pixels.

Crush me - I am quiet, I am suitable to the death.

This love is dead.

Shut up.

Outro:

Milenko (Petar Bozovic) from film "Wait me, surely I'll not come" (Miroslav Momchilovic, 2009)

"Son, I am doctor for those love troubles. First you should cry a lot. Much. As a child. And than you should start to take a deprozepam. Two pills, one brandy...Two pills, one brandy... Do it every six hours. So, you take it - and pee, take it - pee... For four weeks. And you should use a lot of liquid. That's... That's really important. And during the fifth week, thing should be better... You hang yourself or continue with life. If you decide to live - two brandies, one deprozepam... Each three hours. And after fifteen years you should feel better."

• Artist:Marčelo