Текст и перевод песни Marcelo - Bube

Bube

Urlas. Gledam te. Ne vidis. Predam se:
Preda se redjam sve nerede predjasnje.
Bum. Puklo je. Tu. I sad.
Nas dvoje, nas plan, nas raj. Kraj.
I stan je jos manji no juce. Vazduh
Tezak od reci i srdzbe. Barut
Cilja sa usne na duse. Zalud.
Sa ivice crne rupe paljbu
Recetina rafalno rasipas. Rastiman glas
Kojim zazivas spas je laz. Ja znam.
Ti ne. Ti bi jos. Ti bi noz. Ti bi snos.
Ti bi sve. K′o da treba. K'o da sme.
De, vredjaj me, prazni se, radi sta moras,
Ali uvrede su corak kad je "volim te" psovka.
Ova veza je omca, a ne mozes da je pustis,
Pa volis i mrzis i osobu crpis. Trpis.
Refren (Nensi):
Zderimo glave jedno drugome jos.
Zarij mi zube k′o sto smo vezbali i
Srcu srca gazi mi bos.
Jebimo mater jedno drugome jos.
(Marcelo)
A posle kresa, posle pljuge - ove cupre bice glupe,
Sve je super, ljudi vole to da glume.
Vole da vole se svom snagom mrznje,
Sub-Zero-vim dodirom i pogledom Meduze.
Rutom rutine smo jaki...
Hajde, grli me, deri se, ljubi me, placi.
Pa cu ja. Pa ces ti. Onda oboje. Pa ce mir.
Jutro. Novi dan. I stari mi.
Nisu li ljudi k'o bube?
One crvene, male, sto cudno se pare,
Sto tripuju par kad veze ih strast.
Dupetima spojene, ne znaju sta
I kud, jer jedna kada krene druga hoda unatraske,
I nece da se puste, k'o da zele da pate.
Nikad zajedno napred. E to smo mi.
Uvek naopacke.
I prizivam slike kad bejasmo ljudi,
Al′ sve sto tu cuci su pikseli mrtvi.
Smrvi me - cutim, prilicim smrti.
Ova ljubav je mrtva.
Umukni.
Ref.

Bube

You scream. I look at you. You don't see me. I give in:
I give in to all the unsaid words.
Boom. It's over. Here. And now.
Just you and me, our plan, our paradise. End.
And the apartment is even smaller than yesterday. The air is
Heavy with words and anger. The gunpowder
Aims from your lips to our souls. In vain.
From the edge of the black hole, a barrage
Of insults you fire rapidly. Your shrill voice
With which you call for salvation is a lie. I know it.
You don't. You would have more. You would have a knife. You would have a dream.
You would have everything. As if you should. As if you could.
Go on, insult me, empty yourself, do what you must,
But insults are a step when "I love you" is a curse.
This relationship is a noose, but you can't let go,
So you love and hate and drain the person. You suffer.
Chorus (Nancy):
Let's tear each other's heads off.
Sink your teeth into me as we rehearsed and
Trample on my heart with your bare feet.
Let's fuck each other's mothers again.
(Marcelo)
And after the fire, after the rain - these idiots will be stupid,
Everything is great, people love to pretend.
They love to love with all their might of hatred,
With Sub-Zero's touch and Medusa's gaze.
We are strong in the rut of routine...
Come on, hug me, yell, kiss me, cry.
And I will hear. And you will. Then both of us. Then peace.
Morning. A new day. And my old one.
Aren't people like bugs?
Those little red ones that mate strangely,
That trip for a while when passion binds them.
Joined by their butts, they don't know what
Or where, because when one moves forward, the other goes backwards,
And they don't want to let go, as if they want to suffer.
Never together forward. That's us.
Always backwards.
And I call up the images when we were human,
But all that is there now are dead pixels.
Kill me - I feel it, I resemble death.
This love is dead.
Be quiet.
Chorus.