Текст и перевод песни Marcelo - Novi vavilon (feat. Miljana Džunić)

Novi vavilon (feat. Miljana Džunić)

Bila jednom zemlja bez glave i repa, zbunjena ćeka
Nekad sve je probala, al' sebi nije našla leka.
Senka nad njome stajaše, nadri - doktori bajaše, u nadi dokoni lajaše.
U stvari, zlokobni tajac je dozivao kišu bez dodola,
Svaki ondašnji znalac je obmana, skorašnji talas, bez korena
Trči kao Forest Gamp, a nema promena, era otrova,
I smena zlotvora, a stada cela pokorna, i opet krah.
Kad sevaše nebom, jedan pijanac je sedeo. pio, pušio,
Gorko psovao sve redom, došao na ideju odjednom zbog čega se živi bedno,
Lupio rukom o astal, ustao i glasno rek'o svima:

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Boli nas taj eho secanja što drobi spas!
Svi mrtvi spremni su za krajnji rat: ljudi od zemlje na zemlji-
A gore vajni sprat (nama pripada raj!)
Naš pali tron je temelj za novi Vavilon - pa gradimo! (josh uvek čeka nas taj)
Raspali most, da spaja nas sa nebom što nam pripada svo! (odozgo gleda nas On)
Zaspali Bog - slep i gluv za bol što trpi sav njegov rod. (šta ovde imamo to?)
Raspad i zlo - mi smo siročad, gledamo leđa tvorca svog. (necemo više dno!)
... gradimo kulu do neba, na vrhu je šiljak:
Probodi Boga kroz srce, da narod bude miran!
A frula pastira nek svira za neko novo stado.
Ovo je obavio jadom, ovo je ostavio samo.
Ljudi od plastelina, praznih ochiju, ludi od naftalina iz kojeg secanja potiču...
.A On? Pije ambroziju od krvi naših zivota!
Svi zajedno, braćo, gradimo kulu, ubijmo skota!"

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Moje oči gluve su za mirise.
Ti govoriš mi sve sne - ja ne vidim te...
Pokazuješ mi lice - ja ne chujem te...
...stavljam katance na kazaljke...

(...a to boli ga...!)

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Ljudi prazni, prozirni, bez smeha, bez suza...
U pohodu na bolje sutra zgužvala se svrha,
A i dalje gradi se kula - svakoga dana, u svakom pogledu.
Ka bozijem srcu zaoka je u svakom našem delu!
I svaka reč - cigla, svaki čovek - stub, brze i brze.
...najjače vezani kad zajedno mrze...
A mesija nije najmudriji, vec ko viče najglasnije
Onog pijanca niko nije ni pamtio kasnije...
Ostade navika da sledimo vodeceg
Kad vreme odvede vodeceg - sledimo sledeceg.
Slepih armija za njega se lepi, spremna da gine
Samo pokazi krivca - eto koride!
Grešni grešku ne vide pa im grešno nije preselo.
Sinovi Adama i Eve Zmiju slede nesvesno.
Milenijum u kom vileni um, otrovnim zarom.
Bezbrizni novi Vavilon zaboravlja priču o starom...
Vaviloncima se jezici vezaše u čvorove
Da ne razumeju bliznje kad govore.
Nikad takli oblake, nikad makli poroke,
Zalivajuci svoje korove, otrovaše svoje korene.
. Sad evo nove bozje porote! Proglasismo ga grešnim!
I dobismo istu kaznu. hajde, prichaj sa nekim.
Uzalud šapućeš mi snove, oči za mirise gluve.
Deo smo armature kule, tu je sve što znam i umem,
Pa ne pruzaj ruke, odavno te ne razumem!
Ljudi ljudima tudji, ka večnosti hrle.
LJudi s bar kodom na čelu, neosetljivi na bol...
Ljudi tako mali da im prašta probodeni Bog!

New Babylon (feat. Miljana Džunić)

There once was a land without head or tail, confused, waiting
It had tried everything, but found no cure for itself.
A shadow stood over it, quack doctors boasted, idle barkers yapped in hope.
In truth, an ominous silence called for rain without a downpour,
Every then-expert was a deception, a coming wave, rootless.
Running like Forrest Gump, but with no change, an era of poison,
And a change of villains, while the whole herd remains submissive, and again, a crash.
As lightning flashed across the sky, a drunkard sat, drinking, smoking,
Bitterly cursing everything, suddenly struck by the idea of why life is miserable,
He slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and loudly declared to all:

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The echo of memories that crushes salvation pains us!
All the dead are ready for the final war: people of the earth on the earth-
And above, a wretched floor (paradise belongs to us!)
Our fallen throne is the foundation for a new Babylon - so let's build! (that one still awaits us)
Burn the bridge that connects us to the heaven that is entirely ours! (He watches us from above)
A sleeping God - blind and deaf to the pain suffered by all his kin. (what do we have here?)
Decay and evil - we are orphans, watching the back of our creator. (we won't have the bottom anymore!)
... let's build a tower to the heavens, with a spire at the top:
Pierce God's heart, so the people can be at peace!
And let the shepherd's flute play for a new flock.
He has enveloped this in misery, He has left this alone.
People of plasticine, with empty eyes, mad from the mothballs of their memories...
.And Him? He drinks ambrosia made from the blood of our lives!
All together, brothers, let's build the tower, let's kill the bastard!"

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My eyes are deaf to scents.
You tell me everything's a dream - I don't see you...
You show me your face - I don't hear you...
...I put padlocks on the clock hands...

(...and that hurts him...!)

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Empty people, transparent, without laughter, without tears...
In the pursuit of a better tomorrow, the purpose has been crumpled,
And the tower is still being built - every day, in every gaze.
The curve toward God's heart is in every one of our actions!
And every word is a brick, every person a pillar, faster and faster.
... most strongly bound when they hate together...
And the messiah is not the wisest, but the one who shouts the loudest
No one even remembered that drunkard later...
The habit of following the leader remained
When time takes the leader away - we follow the next one.
Armies of the blind cling to him, ready to die
Just point out the culprit - here comes the bullfight!
The sinful don't see their sin, so sinning hasn't bothered them.
The sons of Adam and Eve unconsciously follow the Serpent.
A millennium in which elves die, with poisonous fire.
The carefree new Babylon forgets the story of the old one...
The tongues of the Babylonians were tied into knots
So they wouldn't understand their neighbors when they spoke.
They never touched the clouds, never removed vices,
Watering their weeds, they poisoned their roots.
. Now here comes a new God's jury! We declared Him guilty!
And we received the same punishment. Go on, talk to someone.
You whisper dreams to me in vain, my eyes are deaf to scents.
We are part of the tower's reinforcement, that's all I know and can do,
So don't reach out, I haven't understood you for a long time!
People are strangers to people, rushing towards eternity.
People with barcodes on their foreheads, insensitive to pain...
People so small that the pierced God forgives them!