Sunce [English translation]

1st Strophe (Marcello)

Okay..

Some people were pussies today.

But they aren't getting any better if I start to yell at them.

To start talking same old stories doesn't lead anywhere

-Have a safe trip to hell.

It's easier to scalp me than to understand me, jerks,

so I write for aliens that are same as me.

I'd be naive even if I'll be born again

I feed pigs all the time and I'm still hungry on Christmas.

So what? I'd rather be myself

The faithfulness unmatched by ace.

Here's the heart on the palm-in the other one is meat chopper:

As soon as you fuck me up -- without overture, chopping off, shoo.

And fucked up and resentment and rage, why this fire?

The most beautiful music is the sound of cauldron when you let the water flow.

They can just pull me-and probably from there

When they fool me they think they caught the God's dick.

Chorus (Nancy)

When someone draws a cloud over sun

Then that isn't called love

And why would you be sad and blue because of that?

Because, you don't have 3 lives, so you can fuck up this one!

2nd Stophe (Minister Linguist)

I'm easy as Sunday's morning today

There are no problems today, because there aren't idiots today

Which go on my nerves every day.

I fucked up them all and I'm ready now

to use the day the best as I can:

-with beer, fooling around, music and my people.

And there's no reason to be different,

All negative thoughts left long time ago.

There aren't those who like to think they know everything

because they don't know what are they going to do with their-selves.

There aren't those who like to salt my wounds

because then they hurt less -- I told them goodbye.

See you in second life. Or third one.

With a little bit of luck, not even then.

Because, no, time won't help to appreciate you more.

The perfumes don't help when the person is stench.

(Chorus)

3rd Strophe (Marcelo)

The world is full of ex friends and loves, and ex people.

Emotional cripples and handicapped-temper.

But that's not worth to Prince Mark fight.

when the sparrow wasn't better in the hand for them-what no.

My grin is sunny, I breath solar powered.

Prick yourselves in igloo on icy needle, polar bears!

The complex which fucks up you, small people,

bigger barons than Sasha Coen.

And everything that is needed is a bucket of your bile,

to learn from painful people how to hate.

To resentment eats you, to burst out and let

and scream: "I hate!" Then you're in their group, stupid.

That's why my new publisher is called Hate:

from the time he published me, I'm totally OK!

I despise some people, but believe me, that's all.

Like Cee-Lo, I wish them all the best, with "Fuck you".

And everything is better, when for change, hug yourself,

and continue to give your everything to those who appreciate that.

Whole ten dunes shared me of this song.

Love for faithful ones. Now let's sing chorus!

(Chorus)

• Artist:Marčelo
• Album:Deca i Sunce