Suze [English translation]
Suze [English translation]
One more night I'm looking at the stars
Asking myself what is fate?
A tremble in the chest
The earth forever thirsty for tears
And the pain that takes over
And tonight we're waiting for Godot on the metro escalator
I dream in grey
And I'd like to dream the life
Oh God, whose sins are we paying for so expensively,
Whose debts are we paying off
All the wars in vain, rainy days without a single rainbow
Young lives which were awaited by some new railroads
Don't look at your home anymore, angel
You'll die of sorrow
Because of false patriotism, peers have died
And they weren't even guilty
Oh God, I admit, I am a pussy
I like to live
And the photos wave from the walls even though they say that the time flies
I pray to the sun to remember us again
And I swear to God, there is no such principle
Worthy of my only life
To all the great philosophers, utopians - thank you
But that talk doesn't comfort me
The dogmas and false teachings about patriotism
I know that the dead cry
Because I hear their screams with my heart
They sob and curse, asking why
Was it worth it, was it worth it?
Tell that to the mother that lost her only child (tell her)
And we still live miserably and in despair
Tears for the clique in the old hood
For the whole world to know
Let them know that there were shootings here
And crying out of same desperation
Let them know that not even today we don't know
Not a reason nor a meaning for it
I was rocking the microphone in Tuzla
They greeted me as a brother
Well everyone is sick of war
The hatred is not ours, it is given to us
Oh dad, tell me do I have to hate nowadays
A Croat or a muslim?
Well we are all hurting from the same wound from the old days
People are people
It doesn't matter from this or that meridian
The same things scare us
Forgive us our sins
Pater noster, I'm not the one that knows
But I'm hoping that at least you do
Why all that pain, tears and fear?
Ashes to ashes and the dust will become dust again
But nobody will know why a brother shot a brother
Eh, Marchelo
Miserable are our pliable people
When a man has nothing
It's easiest to sell our unity
The whole Balkans are in tears again
We have big nations with little brains
Hard fathers and leaders, they're like drugs to us
We're choosing bad systems all the time
My dear people
Well it's time to move forward
I don't want to shoot bullets for some dubious ancestors anymore
I don't want to live my whole life always starting from the beginning
Go fuck yourselves
Wherever I go
To Europe, left, right, forward, backwards
I need a visa
And the fear and the indecisiveness are just our stupidity
The wish of the majority that we're in the peasant mentality
As soon as we start off good
We divert back to the hatred
We have no patience for the new ones, so we wilt
We forgot how it is to laugh
Those muscles on our faces
Just don't move
Hey, here it is
When I see our show business
And it all disappears again
When I remember
Where I live...
Pater noster...
- Artist:Marčelo
- Album:Zlatna dolina