Pegla [English translation]

Darko is ten years old and has no snack for break time (at school),

his (parents) don't work, he has 30kgs with books.

Books are now out of backpack, dirty in mud and puddles,

for, he doesn't have any money, Darko is beaten by boys with chains (hanging around their necks),

Heartless laugh while they both are stomping on him with air soles (air max sneakers),

some girls giggle, he quietly writhes wounded,

regrets that he isn't like (his) dad who beats up everyone in pubs, because he is weak and must be silent, because man can't be a whiner.

That day he was saved by one fat freckled kid,

little older, probably from high school which was close by,

(he) chased away those two kids, took his side,

and that was the only time when someone was good to Darko

Darko is 17, is ripped and now everyone calls him Iron,

has thrash thrash, has best Nike and shoulders wide like wardrobe, has senseless rage, fathers eyes and resent same as ever,

And knows to fight for Cyrillic, but writes connected ''neznam" ("ne znam" is written separated in Serbian language),

He hates Croats, heard that he has to - in song from his favorite band,

He hates fagots, church told him and good shepherd Kachavenda,

He loves his nation, loves Kosovo and he would give his life for it, but calls dirty hick everyone who is not from BG (Belgrade),

Iron, Iron is prepared for everything just to get into the team,

to be taken seriously by everyone, that he is a part of them, for

Iron doesn't want to look how his land falls apart and be fucking quiet on that,

He will "bend" (hurt badly) from beating everyone who is guilty,

but - he will have to prove how much he is loyal.

In a backpack he has a torch, a flag, two knives.

In park it's dark, in dark it's parka (type of jacket)

In park is guy, (who) looks like gay,

if he "breaks" (hurt badly) him, it will be cool,

(They) will accept him into hooligans team,

Look what he's looks like, surely he is a fagot,

Fuck fighting, better a knife in the kidney,

Come on, Iron, yeah, stab him!

Here, he's falling, now, jump him!

Stab again, stab the fagot!

For the church, for God...long live Serbia!

Look how he's crying, freckled pussy.

...Wait...stop...that is he...that boy from schoolyard.

Iron's lip trembles, arm trembles, while boy is gagging (blood),

those eyes, all those questions in them, that horror...

Iron can't watch, Iron is struggling to breathe,

Iron gropes a stone with a hand and smashes his face

Where is God now, Iron, when you see an eye that's leaking?

When you see all that blood gushing, when there's no crowd to wild?

Who's your God, Iron, for who do you do all this?

Is your country better now? How is it, that you are alone and silent?

How is it, that nobody is here now? Just you and pieces of meat on palm, cheek, forehead. On a soul, which you don't have anymore.

Look at him, look, Iron. Know that he is watching you too

with dead eye on the other side, to know, to remember,

whatever you think that you are now - that eye, that whirlpool,

that is you.

• Artist:Marčelo
• Album:Napet Šou (2014)