Dole [English translation]

Dear mother-No use of your anger, it's really nice here!

Honestly, what you think that 'tis hard for me-Is completely wrong!

Catch is just about what they say about the prison,

it depends on a card you draw at the start.

And therefore, the first day i'v bitten off the half of mans nose.

It was big, slimy, stuck in my business.

White coat quoth "No-No" and scratched me with electro-shock,

and than i decided to sink fountain pen in his eye... What i tried in a messroom,

but some woman started to scream...

I said, fuck it- I'll come up with something even worse.

And then days, i don't know, just started to flow,

i was becoming dull, i did not resist the medicine anymore.

Others were now averse of me, which is great.

No one from the group did get near me after the "arm case"

'Twas when one empty woman, calm and quiet

said that i have mild eyes, with the hand she approached my cheek... She had strange glance, Like a mother, Like a wife,

like a broken happiness which wants to share the abyss.

I grabbed her arm, shouted that she does not know me,

said her not to touch me, to fuck herself,

that she is not aware of how much i hate people, touches and commonplaces, that i don't care at all if they all hate me.

Which really was... Ha! Was it hatred, was it dread, was it dislocated compassion for darkness. What do i know.

Yeah right, soup- pilaf, musaka, they consider us pathetic.

What an ugly charade. They can't comprehend the masks.

I see beastly smirks when they order them to beat.

I know that they have Vikler, there... In one of the rooms.

They do not allow me to see him, for they think it can bring me harm.

And this letter, just to let you know, does not even exist.

My hands are tied, i'm sitting alone in the white room.

Down there- there are slaves, decays and sluts..

I don't ask for better, here i found what suits me.

Down here- Where the masks are burnt, cheeks naked,

reflection does not hurt since everything stands firm,

here is my serenity.

Down there- Where the miserable are completely thirsty of oblivion.

I leisurely dream jauntily, intoxicated with contempt.

Down here, where i finally belong. Along the empty faces,

drugs, white coats and a few tricks.

I made the dear lady doctor lose her temper,

to visit me more often, explaining me that i'm freaking out,

that manic depressive is becoming sadistic-aggressive,

that it would be much better if i eventually started to talk,

that she is here to help, that she needs to be close to me.

She asked me what to do- And i quite liked that game.

The 22 of January was approaching back than...

Eh, i said, i have weird wish , but otherwise, i shall not talk.

I want birthday cake, big and pretty,

and inside it i want that graveyard candle, the biggest one, and what now?

Yes, i am psycho, i cracked, that's exactly why i'm here,

why the fuck do you stare at me like i am a ghost, you are the first one Who thinks i am insane!

At first, she refused, but she didn't have other option,

she was curious to tamper with my mind-Oh la la...

I love you so much, that's right- And that day has finally come.

My shirt pinched a little, but whatever, fuck, what now...

She said that it's sad, though very bad.

I don't give a fuck, i did not even feel my hands, they were tied for so long anyway.

I asked her to be alone with me at that time,

The apes waited outside, just in case that some shit happen.

I told her to light a candle for me, that i don't want to hear "No",

everything will be cool, i'll just blow after i make a wish.

I noticed that she is disgusted.

It's time for a stunt. "Curiosity kills the cat", the show is about to start.

She lit the candle. Seconds have frozen.

Seconds are enough for me, i jumped to take them.

I grabbed the candle with my teeth, faster than a scream, faster than a glance, i kissed her hair with a flame, and she flared before i smiled.

They rushed in, knocked me on the floor, but fuck, party already happened, the star is a burnt girl!

Beating, electro-shocks, threatening with famous room number three, and i never laughed that much before, never, i swear in your life! And you could never understand, never, cause of that farce...

To burn her mask, so she can see the life without a mask.

Down there- Where your superficiality haunts me,

far away from you, rotten world which collapses!

Ghost from the bottle, black man with a sword and all mediocre faces are now there where eyesight cannot reach, for i am down there!

And at the same time, too high for them.

Man with my name is dead for a long time,

but he is jolly and clear, aware of where the hell is.

When they decide to kill me, they will let me out.

Among them...

• Artist:Marčelo
• Album:Treća strana medalje