Šurda [English translation]

1st Verse:

You want the earth to swallow you when you live in a failed state...

And I fail. I've a collection of 7-8 firings.

Yesterday was my 60th birthday. The pension's terrible.

And now I'm fired from being a man!

I've seen all the thefts; I have no proof for any of them.

I haven't risen out of depression for the last twenty years.

Because of depression, my dick hasn't risen for the last twenty years.

My wife left with another because this dumbass needs viagra.

I don't talk with my son; I don't want to look at him.

He's a member of Dinkic's* party - that means he's a thief.

I play chess with some old man who doesn't shut up day and night.

I won't give in to death because even that'll be boring.

And that's how I end up yawning in front of the TV whenever I'm at home.

Students*, the Farm*, Big Brother and similar bullshit.

So I change the channel to RTS* which immediately sends me overboard

because the same shows have been going since I was a young man!

My nerves are twitching, heart rate rising, stomach churning.

They asked for a subscription which I payed a while ago...

But then they called to say that all of it was a lie,

that they can't sue me and that I was paying for nothing.

Nothing matters to me, it's all just pissing into ether.

There it is! Hot Wind* is on again.

Forty years in a row, fucking hell.

There: Surda* dances, sings and pisses on my grief.

So now I'm finally mad, and without questions, without buts,

I stood in front of the mirror and took my shoe polish.

I coloured my hair, took my razor and hat

and went outside into the night to solve my troubles.

Chorus (x2):

(Parararam!) I've finally gone mad.

(Parararam!) And everything is cool now.

(Parararam...) But if the UDBA* asks

I'm not a slacker, I'm Surda. (Surda!)

2nd Verse:

My name is Surda. I sign my name with a razor.

I'll cut you in the dark and you'll bleed out in the hospital.

In life, you'll know you're truly successful

when in the daily news Vucic* mentions you and doesn't cross his fingers

because they're trembling. Everyone's worst nightmare: Surda.

The police are chasing after me. My brother-in-law is on my case

But he's not very bright, that good old sweaty fat-ass.

I reckon he'll need five seasons to foil me.

Ten slit throats - that's my current balance.

I choose my victims randomly because everyone's an animal.

But one night it popped clearly into my head:

What's the public broadcaster's real agenda?

There's that Colourful Blanket* and all those shows about the villages

so that it looks like the country cares about them

when really, those tortured peasants always

block the motorways with their tractors and cows.

RTS has pulled the wool over their eyes with some sort of plan

that is guaranteed to be connected to that peasant Zika*!

I fell asleep gently, totally serene inside.

I put aside the dagger - the dagger will come for him tomorrow.

But tomorrow, the series ended in violence:

A plain-clothes policeman caught me in front of RTS

And that's how Surda dies. An ironic fate.

That policeman... he was from Cockerel's Hill*.

Chorus (x2):

(Parararam!) I've finally gone mad.

(Parararam!) And everything is cool now.

(Parararam...) But if the UDBA* asks

I'm not a slacker, I'm Surda. (Surda!)

3rd Verse (the Other Guy):

I threw down that tied up rogue in front of the police station.

Nice day. I've got some pork rind and gibanica* at home.

Nice days are rare. Rare among the bad.

Rare like the humour in this new Open Doors*!

There are no more good shows. Luckily, there are reruns.

I watch how manly Ljubisa* looks arresting culprits.

And even if I'm not a cop, and even if I'm totally mad,

I love, love to imagine that I'm him.

2nd Chorus:

(Parararam!) I've finally gone mad.

(Parararam!) And I think TV shows are cool.

(Parararam...) But if a slacker asks

I'm a cop from Cockerel's Hill. (Cop!)

3rd Chorus:

(Parararam!) I've finally gone mad.

(Parararam!) And I think TV shows are cool.

(Parararam...) But if a slacker asks

He,he,he... (Cop!)

• Artist:Marčelo
• Album:Napet Šou