Paroles et traduction Scriptor - Zrno

Zrno

Zrno po zrno sumnje, pogača očaja
Rođenje majčina sina, pobačaj očeva
Osjetljiv ko leptir, kakvo zrno graška
Ovoga je strašno žuljalo zrno brašna
Sudba prašta, u bijelom se ističe crno
Bez puno priče o imenu viknu: bit će Zrno
I tako bi, čim bi ga neko dotako plako bi
Pa makar nakon tih suza bio jako tih
Čestice prašine ga grebu ispod sašivene
Pašmine, kašlje ako mu kašmir nije ulašten
A raste na plahtama od baršuna
Vani je prašuma, tako živi naš junak
Ak stane na šljunak mora šivat petu
Žamor čuje kao da pričaju svi na svijetu
Ne smije sladoled, ne smije kornete
Nesretno dijete se ne smije ko dijete

Metak u cijevi je zrno
Zvijezda u svemiru zrno
Sjena u zjenama zrno
Pijesak u venama, pjesma u genima
Bijesan i nemiran nestaje Zrno

I tako Zrno postane punoljetan
Bez da mu je kosu pošteno propuho vjetar
Tajne misli piše crnim markerom na crni blok
Svakoga dana sve više čuje tuđi krvni tok
Prvi bok ženskom biću reko susjedi
Kada su se usred ničeg na stubištu susreli
Puls je bio 200, zucne: divno mjesto
Posramljen imenom: ja sam susjed Ionesco
A srce ko da mu je dio nesto, zrno u njenom
Oku ga zabljesnulo. Ovo je tkivo pljesnjivo
Pomisli, al je znao da tragična vijest ponos gasi
Pa klone sasvim i proglasi: bolesna si
Ispostavilo se da mu sumnja drži vodu
Otrovna zrna tumora ju sve do srži bodu
Otišla je malo nakon toga, zvao ju je Kratkonoga
Od naroda lakomoga proglašen je znakom boga

Kronično iziritiran, shvaća da je
Zbog dvoličnosti limitiran
Licemjerna okolina ga steže u bokovima
Dok on ima samo zrno snage u tim okovima
Poput patologa kroz kameno staklo groba
Gleda kako Kratkonoga prema mraku hoda
I ko da ga doziva plavo-siva boja oka
Broji do kad može ostat, proteklo je pola roka
Svjestan da je majka Sudba besramna
Pjesma ga trgne i tad je svaka sumnja nestala
Mjesto mu je dolje s njom, prestaje sa svojim snom
U svijetu bolesnom, bolesni se boje svog
Zrna istine tvore cjelovitu laž
S visine nije važno koju molitvu znaš
Suznih očiju umoči cijev u grlo
Otkoči ju, kroči u grob i ispali zrno

Grain

Grain by grain of doubt, a cake of despair
The birth of a mother's son, a father's abortion
Sensitive like a butterfly, what a pea grain
This grain of flour was terribly annoying
Fate forgives, black stands out in white
Without much talk about the name, he shouted: it will be Grain
And so, as soon as someone touched him, he would cry
Even after those tears, he would be very quiet
Dust particles scratch him under the sewn
Shawls, coughs if his cashmere is not polished
And grows on velvet sheets
Outside is a jungle, that's how our hero lives
If he steps on gravel, he must sew his heel
He hears the murmur as if everyone in the world is talking
He can't have ice cream, he can't have cones
The unfortunate child is not allowed to be like a child

A bullet in the barrel is a grain
A star in the universe is a grain
Shadow in the pupils is a grain
Sand in the veins, song in the genes
Angry and restless, Grain disappears

And so Grain becomes of age
Without the wind having properly blown through his hair
He writes secret thoughts with a black marker on a black block
Every day he hears more and more of someone else's blood flow
He told his neighbours about his first touch to a woman's body
When they met on the stairs in the middle of nowhere
His pulse was 200, he quipped: a wonderful place
Ashamed of his name: I am your neighbour Ionesco
And his heart, as if it were a part of something, a grain in hers
His eyes were blinded. This is a moldy tissue
He thought, but he knew that tragic news extinguishes pride
So he completely collapses and declares: you are sick
It turned out that his suspicion was justified
Poisonous grains of tumors stab her to the core
She left a little after that, he called her Shorty
He was declared a sign of God by the easily deceived people

Chronically irritated, he realizes that he is
Limited by hypocrisy
A hypocritical environment squeezes him at the hips
While he has only a grain of strength in those shackles
Like a pathologist through the stone glass of a tomb
He watches Shorty walk towards the darkness
And as if she's calling him, the blue-grey color of her eye
He counts to how long he can stay, half the term has passed
Aware that Mother Fate is shameless
The song pulls him and then every doubt disappears
His place is down there with her, he stops with his dream
In a sick world, the sick are afraid of their own
Grains of truth form a complete lie
From above, it doesn't matter what prayer you know
With tearful eyes, he dips the barrel into his throat
He pulls it back, steps into the grave and fires a grain