Čep [English translation]

Plug. I am a plug man. And I am not a superhero,I am a victim.

1.strophe

When sound of the soul opening is the same like sound of the opening of a bottle, that is clear: the conversation will not help much there. And what are you able to say to her? The twisted words made by a glass of beer that sometimes stink like a despair, that break and become disgusting. And their little son is going to the first class of the school. He listens, he keeps quiet, suffers, what else to do. Quarrels and fights of mom and dad and always that word: money,money. They are not source of the happiness-that's what you taught him,daddy. But if there is lack of the money, the trouble becomes bigger. You would work your fingers to the bones, but you are not the member of some party. And now you need to have some "famous cousin" even to work as a waiter. There is just a shame,a misery, a pale diploma,making ends meet, and there is no end of it. OK.You and your wife... but how to feed a son ? And that hush is crushing him when he borrows to repay a loan. Her silence is worse punishment for him than threats of the flat owner. Rip up, skin, that scream can go out loudly! And again - cafe. There is again glass inside of a hand.

But than - the black man appeared...warm eyes, kind words.

He said: " Look. That's not so bad. I have plan. I have everything. Azerbaijan. Building. A bit difficult, but there will be a cash. Deal? Just say do you want it, are you able to do it ?"

Ref:

And it happens the same way as you pull out a plug - a despair and the rage flow out. There, over a table were spilled a resentment and the humiliation and thirst to do anything, just if he would know what to do... Oh good man. Sky sent you for me. You are a salvation. Because I don't have other way out. And if I fall down, what would they do? Only God knows... I would do anything, just if there is opportunity. My friend. Sky sends you to me as salvation.

2.strophe

Baku. Many people who are connected by the same resentment, same hunger,same eyes,same will for saving their thing. But this "Promised city" at least smells like hope-they will build a life while they are building that building. Admittedly, 20 of them is in one room, without electricity...

but it is probably temporary, it all will be better soon.

And that's a bit weird that of each of them a passport is taken.

But that's OK. Bureaucracy. Working visas. What to do. The days are passing. One month is already passed. Only one toilet is there, and there are 90 people together. A sandwich in the black bag - like the one for a trash. Electricity still doesn't work , there is just this thin blanket. Little or none of a sleep, and fifteen working hours. They are cursing them,scolding them. One man is even beaten by them till he faint. You don't have a single day to take a rest because they punish you as soon as you stop with the work, and those good salaries are late...and late...

ref.

And now I know-everything is lie! You lied to me,bro! I came to save them, but now they are sending money to me! Without a passport. Without a food. Without dignity and hope that I will ever bring all of me out of here. And again I have no another choice. And if I fall down what would they do than? Only God knows it. Shut up and suffer all this, all the humiliation and misery ...

What have you done to me? I thought you were salvation ...

3.strophe

He knew that it was now a matter of life and death

when his colleague was died after suffering a heart attack because they didn't allow him to stop with a work. They were saving money that somehow send a dead body to his home, with their own fears that it's only option for them to go back to home too. Because anyone who protested, in addition to the fines,

was beaten till his blood comes out, with the threat that it's the last time he did it. Police doesn't care. You are a merchandise, slave, everything is OK. Who knows who was involved in that act. This horror doesn't stop. But then it all suddenly cracked. During the night. Some man just said: " Go. Just put your sign here that everything is OK, that you got a cash and that everything was fair." And they did it with each of them. And then they throw them some bucks on the floor like to the dogs. And after that they put all of them inside of the van like it is a cote.

An airport- and that was all.

That? That was all ? Where is the end? What is going to happen after? Well,look. There is a problem. Now each story has its own plug. Those people. They are here now. They keeps quiet because they are afraid. And somewhere a black man leads new people to this nightmare.

ref.

But then when plug is pulled out, there will leak despair and the rage,they will spill resentment and humiliation over a table

and thirst to do everything, if they would not be afraid to do, just if someone would really hear that their voice. We would hear despair and the rage, resentment, humiliation and the thirst to do everything for that, if we wouldn't be afraid of doing something... if we would be able to... if we would be able to...if we...

Plug!

• Artist:Marčelo
• Album:Napet šou