Novi Vavilon [English translation]

[Once upon a time], there was a land with no head nor tail, waiting confused,

Sometimes she tried everything but couldn't find a cure for herself.

Shadow lingered above her, witch-doctors chanting, barking idly in hope...

In fact, the evil hush called for rain without dodola1,

every specialist of that time is a scum, a recent wave, without roots

runs like Forrest Gump, but there is no change, the age of poison,

and change of the evildoer, but the herd is subdued, and again crash.

When the sky {sevashe?}, a drunkard sat there, he drank and he smoked,

bitterly cursed everything in line, he came up with an idea of why they lived a miserable life,

he hit with his hand in the wall, stood up and said to everybody:

"Those echoes of memories that scatters the salvation hurts us!

All the dead are ready for the final war; people of earth on the earth-

but up there, a war floor. (The Paradise belongs to us!)

Our fallen throne is a foundation for the new Babylon - so we build it! (Still it waits for us)

That destroyed bridge, that connects us with the sky that belongs to us! (He watches us from above)

The sleeping God, blind and deaf for the pain that his kind endures.. (What do we have it here of all that?)

Decay and evil - we are orphans, watching the back2 of our Creator... (We don't want [to be in] the bottom no more!)

... We're building a tower up to the sky, there is a spike on the top:

It stabs God through His heart, so that the people are calm!

And let the sheperd's fife play for some new herd...

He did this with misery, He left us with this...

People made out of plasticine, empty eyes, people made out of naphthalene of whom memories flow...

.. And Him? Drinks ambrosia of the blood of our lives!

Everybody together, brothers, let's build the tower, let's kill the bastard!"

My eyes are deaf for essences.

You're telling all your dreams - I don't see you...

You show me your face - I don't hear you...

... I put locks on the clock arrows...

(... and that hurts him... !)

People empty and transparent, without laughter, without tears...

The purpose narrowed down to fight for a better tomorrow,

but the tower is building still - every day in every way.

A sting to God's heart is in every deed of ours.

And every word - a brick, and every man - a column, faster and faster.

... They are most strongly tied together when they hate together...

And the Messiah is not the wisest, but the loudest,

nobody remembered about that drunkard later on...

The old habit to follow the leader stays,

when the time takes the leader, we follow the next one.

A blind army is sticking to him, ready to perish;

just show the culprit - there goes the bullfight!

The sinful don't see the mistakes, so the moving is not a mistake to them.

The sons of Adam and Eve unconsciously follow The Snake.

A millennium in which the mind is roasted on poison ember.

The careless new Babylon forgets the story of the old Babylon...

Babylonians' tongues were bounded in knots3

so that they don't understand their people when they speak...

They never touched the clouds, they never removed their vices,

watering their weeds, poisoning their roots.

... So now here's the new God punishment! We declared him sinful!

And we got the same judgement! C'mon, try to talk to somebody..

You're whispering me your dreams in vain, eyes deaf for essences...

We're part of the tower framework, this is everything I know and able to,

so don't reach your hands for me, I don't understand you since ages ago!

People estranged from people, to the eternity they rush.

People with bar codes on their forehead, resistant to pain...

People so tiny that the impaled God forgives them!

1. A Slavic tradition / ritual that was performed in times of drought. It's also the name of the Slavic goddess of rain2. Literally watching his back, not like in protecting him, but like "he turned his back on us"3. Refers to the Biblical creation of languages on the tower of Babel

• Artist:Marčelo