Sveti bes [English translation]

Her spirit is free

with other children

she wants to reach the sun

with little hands covered in mud

and hug it like a brother.

It whispers to her secrets

about the land behind the mirror.

If you believe in a fairy tale

then it wasn't told for nothing,

your trail is long.

On the other side

there is more than a pot(of gold).

Your eyes are wings,

they carry you everywhere.

Touch your chest,

that isn't your heart ticking, no,

those are shy dreams ticking

from outside,

they want you to let them in.

Your fingers are brushes,

paint the people that are scared

to breath in pollen and

be born again

trough the temperament

of black calcimine.

Then they will have a watery view,

forgive them, you will paint

your smile again.

Thousands fireflies in

this night are your lanterns,

it's so easy to fly when you are a child,

let dreams fly

trough sleepy streets.

Rainy music chooses you

to be the one tonight,

with dewy notes in hair

dress a costume from tulle

and already you are a blue fairy

With a look, you bring a dummy to life,

in the next second

your teddy tells you,

''I waited for you, I'm leading you

to a place that knows no groans''

A jump over the roofs, and

there you are, on the tail of a star.

He(teddy) is tearing the sky with his little paw

"Where are you taking me teddy?

I don't see you“ - ''you silly..."

Lashes full of clouds

''Stop, I see embers

or are those faces of people shining?

hundreds, and hundreds of people

fly towards us.“

Leading the procession

those are mom and dad,

light as wind,

a cocktail of laughter and cry.

she walks toward them

Shinny like never before,

now she forgives them for leaving.

Here it is so much nicer,

everything is made out of happiness and songs

but suddenly, everything starts shaking

Behind the mountains emerges

the ugly head of a giant,

and everyone around her

becomes smoke and disappears,

she is left alone

Then, in the face of the sinister giant

she recognizes the face of her uncle

and the picture shatters,

Pieces of shattered imagination

pierce her eyes

and finally she sees

the same thing

that she sees every night.

A giant body on her,

Breath stinking of rakia*,

the raspy tongue from which

she is creeping out and

everywhere this sticky sweat and pain,

that thing, the sword that cuts

everything chaste in her.

Stinky fingers in her mouth,

her shivering thighs,

she screams in herself,

her little hand reaches for her teddy,

but will he hear her now?

From tears she doesn't see him clearly,

but it greatly hurts her,

"Take me Teddy,

my little Teddy, take me away

please!"

But the silent dummy is blankly

watching her with his glassy eyes,

the heart is lost under the plush,

sank into nothingness,

The walls are hearing only

uncle's sigh and rain.

But the night is deaf

and everything from outside is silent

ref.

Holy rage, my everything

my pain, my whole world,

holy rage, and what is sin

after or before

it returns back.

He is 50 years old

while the storm rages outside

he sits in the armchair

reading a book, now

in the song is a crow

And in the song there is a loner,

a wing stroke and the night.

The ominous bird that

is the loner's only guest

The night like this, a loner like him

but the crow,the crow is only

in that song,

only craziness, that

really can't be, nah...

The fireplace is crackling pleasantly

he continue drinking wine

in that hour, someone knocks,

the man shivers, as the

fog brought him someone.

Like the crow from the song

though he doesn't want company,

he opens the door

and he sees a young man

woven from the dark

Black topcoat, long hair

dark eyes and rage,

those eyes that burn in

right in his consciousness

He wanted something to say

But he stayed speechless

Lighting flashed at the same

time as the youngster's fist.

Another and another,

the man hits the floor

as chill and darkness entered

with the youngster the room

the man felt a leg on top of him

and looks above

and helplessly shouts

"You bloody son of a whore!"

That was a spark,

an arrow in the youngster's heart,

who knows why he screamed

and started to beat the man,

Bloody, daemonic

without mercy, everywhere,

the man spits blood,

screams are lost beneath the boot

in that moment when

he(youngster) leaned the gun to his temple

The man realised that the youngster

has no limit and that it is his end,

as he coughed his teeth out

he tries to ask why,

but the youngster spoke

and it was clear now

''How do you like to be

on this side of fear?,

you, who sowed fear,

how is it now?

are you remembering now

All the sequences when you tortured her

and later when you were sick of her,

and you didn't want her in the house,

the picture of her alone in the street

as the broken sky was crying,

You , you scum don't know

what happened after,

I'm not a son of a whore

I am the son of hundreds of scums

like you

Who were her only hope

to support herself

and then her son too

for petty money

a woman's warmth and

a glass of cheap wine,

In the end AIDS was her end

but there is greater pain,

to be born with AIDS

Come on, picture that?!

I was born with AIDS

But I'll die with a smile

this is your end

you end with my vengeance''

A dull click, hush

then one howl in the dark

The gun was empty

and the youngster

in the dark smiles:

"Now you are only a shadow wretch,

nothing before the fear"

"I will not be your executioner

but your life will be,

you will call it punishment"

And then in the light

flashed an needle from a syringe

The youngster, pulled it out

from his pocket,

and put it in his vein

and without hurry,

extracted the juice of hate,

drops of holy rage

that always flew in him

He smiled ghastly

lighting stroke outside,

he stabbed needle in man's neck

and infused his blood

that was checkmate

The youngster walked into the dark

and only sighs of the uncle remained,

But the night is deaf

and everything from outside is silen

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• Artist:Marčelo
• Album:Treća strana medalje