Текст и перевод песни Marcelo - Pismo Vanzemaljcu

Pismo Vanzemaljcu

Recices da smo te mi zvali
Da nije fer da ti sada kazem vrati se
Ovo nije svet koji hrli da grli turiste
I vrbi od vrlih, ne
Zar da te lazem, zar tebe, to je greh
Prastaj za poziv, al′ nismo ga mi slali svesno
Niti sa zeljom da zbog nas letis tako daleko
Da napustis zbog nas svoj mir, mrak i vecnost
Ti, dar i svetlost
Ovde ti nije mesto
Jer zivot pored nas bio bi k'o zivot nas
Al′ nije vredno ni da fotkas
Takav jedan pejzaz
Cim dodjes videce ti boju
Reci sta znaci, sta si zbog nje
A onda ce dodati zacin, dodelice ti naciju
I kazati da je svetinja
Da si i ti junak zbog junastva svojih dedova
Da si i ti los zbog drugih i svojih redova
Da si i ti dobar jer je neko bio pre toga
Ovo je tvoja zastava, ovo je tvoj dres
Kada vidis drugacije, ti nasrni kao zver
Jer i oni su tako na tvoje
Ili na njih, il' vec nesto
Al' kakve veze sad ti imas s′tim
Ljudi to zovu sudbinom, licemerni blef
To nije ruka vise sile, no ruka ljudi od preja
Kad se gleda iz tvog beskraja
To sve nema znacaja
Sve je covek vajao prstima svoga ocaja
Ref. 2x
I eto to je svet, eto to su ljudi,
Prazni i ludi, mali i glupi, tudji
Ne mogu da ti dozvolim da dodjes, oprosti
Ne mogu da ti dozvolim da dodjes, razumi
Jer eto to je svet, eto to su ljudi
Dodelice ti veru i bices te vere
I ginuces ako treba za tu veru bezveze
Objasnice ti da to bog hoce od tebe
Oni sto ga gledaju kroz prizmu svoje cudi bedne
Ulizuju se njemu isto k′o u firmi sefu
Mole ga, cmizdre i stenju, traze od njega nesto
Eto ti kako oni shvataju vrhovno dobro
Kao sujetno bice koje zeli ulagivanje vesto
Simbol ljubavi shvataju k'o bolesni ego
Kome treba da ga mravi hvale, da mu bude lepo
Kada tako pojme svetlost, kako tek pojme tamu
Djavo u redu na birou rada prosi za hranu
Jer suvisan je svetu gde je rat uvek u toku
Da ljudi dokazu ciji to bog ima veceg djoku
Jer ako ima boga, on je samo jedan
I ne treba ti mac i crkva da mu budes odan
On od tebe jednostavno zeli da budes dobar
A ne da placas popa i da se slihtas do groba
Ako sve to ikad kazes, izdajnik si roda
Jer ovde si to, vera, nacija i boja
Ljudi umiru zbog toga, zbog slucajne lutrije
A da su izvuceni drugde, sve bi bilo drukcije
Voleli bi ono sto sad mrze jednakim zarom
Ili opet bi im bilo vredno da to plate glavom
Ref. 2x
Na kraju ostaje onaj najtezi zalogaj
Da sprecimo tvoj dolazak i molimo oprostaj
Oboje smo slomljeni, al′ nemamo petlje za pokusaj
Oprosti nam
Dobar dan, dosli smo zbog abortusa

Letter to an Alien

You say that we called you,
That it's not fair for me to say "go back" now.
This isn't a world that rushes to embrace tourists,
Nor one of the righteous, no.
Should I lie to you, to you of all beings? That would be a sin.
Forgive the call, but we didn't send it consciously,
Nor with the desire for you to fly so far for us,
To leave your peace, darkness, and eternity because of us,
You, a gift and light.
This is no place for you,
Because life beside us would be like ours,
But it's not even worth photographing,
Such a landscape.
As soon as you arrive, they'll see your color,
Tell you what it means, what you are because of it.
Then they'll add spice, they'll assign you a nation,
And say it's sacred,
That you too are a hero because of your ancestors' heroism,
That you too are bad because of others and your own ranks,
That you too are good because someone was before.
This is your flag, this is your jersey.
When you see differently, attack like a beast,
Because they do the same to yours,
Or to them, or something already.
But what connection do you have with that now?
People call it fate, a hypocritical bluff.
It's not the hand of a higher power, but the hand of men from before.
When viewed from your infinity,
It all has no significance.
Everything was sculpted by man with the fingers of his despair.
Chorus 2x
And there you have it, the world, there you have it, the people,
Empty and mad, small and stupid, alien.
I can't allow you to come, forgive me.
I can't allow you to come, understand.
Because there you have it, the world, there you have it, the people.
They'll assign you a faith, and you'll be of that faith,
And you'll die if necessary for that faith pointlessly.
They'll explain that God wants this from you,
Those who see him through the prism of their own pathetic strangeness.
They fawn over him like they do their boss at work,
They beg, whine, and groan, asking him for something.
There you have it, how they understand the supreme good,
As a vain being who desires skillful flattery.
They understand the symbol of love as a sick ego,
Who needs ants to praise him, to feel good.
When they understand light like that, how do they understand darkness?
The devil in line at the unemployment office begs for food,
Because he's superfluous in a world where war is always ongoing,
For people to prove whose god has the bigger balls.
Because if there is a god, there is only one,
And you don't need a sword and a church to be devoted to him.
He simply wants you to be good,
Not to pay the priest and grovel to the grave.
If you ever say all this, you're a traitor to your kind,
Because here you are that, faith, nation, and color.
People die for that, for a random lottery,
And if they were drawn elsewhere, everything would be different.
They would love what they hate now with equal passion,
Or again, they would find it worth paying with their heads.
Chorus 2x
In the end, the hardest part remains,
To prevent your arrival and beg forgiveness.
We are both broken, but we lack the courage to try.
Forgive us.
Good afternoon, we've come for an abortion.