Текст и перевод песни Marcelo - Sveti bes

Sveti bes

Njen duh je slobodan
Sa drugom decom, ručicama od blata
Želi da dohvati sunce i zagrli k′o brata
Ono joj šapuće tajne o zemlji iza ogledala
Ako u bajku veruješ, nije se uzalud ispredala
Duga je tvoja pruga
S' druge strane, čeka više od ćupa
Tvoje oči su krila, vode te svuda
Dodirni dlanom grudi
Nije to srce što kuca, ne
To snovi stidljivo kuckaju spolja da ih pustiš unutra
Tvoji prsti su kistovi
Oboji ljude što se boje da, kroz temperament
Od crne tempere, udahnu polen i ponovo se rode
Tad će imati pogled voden
Oprosti im, nacrtaćeš sebi osmeh opet
Hiljade svitaca u ovoj večeri su tvoji fenjeri
Tako je lako leteti kad dete si
Nek′ lebde sni preko zaspalih ulica
Kišna muzika noćas bira da budeš ta
S' notama rosnim u kosi
Navuci kostim od tila i već si plava vila
Pogledom oživljavaš lutka
Sledećeg sekunda, tvoj meda ti kaže:
"Čekao sam te, vodim te gde ne znaju jecaje"
Skok visoko iznad krova, eto vas na repu zvezde
On šapicom cepa nebo
"Kud' me to vodiš, medo? Ne vidim te, ludice"
Oblaka pune trepavice
"Stani, vidim žeravice il′ to ljudima svetli lice?"
Stotine, stotine ljudi lete ka nama
Na čelu povorke, ono su tata i mama
Poput vetra laka, koktel smeha i plača korača ka njima
Blistava kakva nikad nije bila
I sad im prašta što su otišli, ovde je toliko lepše
Sve je od sreće i pesme, al′ odjednom, sve se trese
Iza planina, pomalja se ružna glava džina
Svi ljudi oko nje postaju ljudi od dima i nestaju
Ostaje sama i tad, u licu zlog džina
Prepoznaje lice svog strica i na komade puca slika
Staklići razbijene mašte zarivaju se u oči, peku je
I najzad vidi isto što i svake noći
Ogromno telo nad njom, dahtanje s' mirisom rakije
Hrapavi jezik od kojeg se ježi
A svuda je lepljivi znoj i bol, ta stvar
Mač što seče sve čedno u njoj
Prljavi prsti u njenim ustima, drhtaj u butinama
Ona vrišti u sebi
Ručicu pruža ka medi, al′ hoće li je čuti sada?
Od suza ga ne vidi jasno, a tako strašno boli je
"Uzmi me, medo, medice moj, vodi me, molim te"
Al' nemi lutak ravnodušno gleda staklenim očima
Srce se izgubilo ispod pliša, utonulo u ništa
O zidove dobuju samo stričevi uzdasi i kiša
I noć je gluva i, sve od spolja, guta tišina
Sveti bes, moje sve
Moj bol, moj celi svet
Sveti bes i šta je greh?
Posle il′ pre, po svoje vraća se
Pedeset mu je godina
Dok napolju oluja besni
Sedi u fotelji, lista knjigu, sad je na pesmi gavran
U pesmi, pominje se samac, zamah krila i noć
Zloslutna ptica što je samcu jedini gost
Noć kao ova, samac kao on
Ali gavran, gavran samo je u pesmi toj
Samo ludost, to stvarnost ne može biti, ma ne
Dok prijatno pucketa kamin, on nastavlja vino piti
U taj čas, zakuca neko, čovek se strese
Magla mu je nekog dovela k'o gavrana iz pesme
Premda za društvom ne čezne, ipak, otvara vrata
I pred njima, ugleda mladića satkanog od mraka
Crni mantil, duga kosa, tamne oči i bes
Te oči koje mu se zabadaju ravno u svest
On htede nešto da kaže, al′ mu zafališe reči tad
Sevnu munja, kad i mladićeva pesnica
Još jedna, pa još jedna, čovek se nađe na podu
Dok skupa, s' mladićem, jeza i tama ušetaše u sobu
Čovek na sebi oseti nogu i pogled s' visine
I tada bespomoćno kriknu: "Ti, prokleti kurvin sine!"
I to beše varnica, strela u mladićevo srce
Ko zna zašto, on vrisnu i navali čoveka da tuče
Krvnički, demonski, bez milosti, čime i gde stigne
Čovek pljuje krv, urlici se gube ispod čizme
Onog trena kad mu nasloni pištolj na slepoočnicu
Čovek shvati da mladić nema kočnicu i da je kraj
Dok kašlje sopstvene zube, pokušava da pita zašto
Al′ mladić progovori sam i beše jasno:
"Kako ti se sviđa da budeš s′ one strane straha?
Tebi, koji si sejao strah, kako ti je sada?
Da li ti se vrti film, sve sekvence kad je mučiš
I kadar kad ti je dosadila, pa je više ne želiš u kući?
Slika nje same na ulici, dok je slomljeno nebo lilo
Ti, ti, bedniče, ne znaš šta je posle bilo
Nisam ja kurvin sin, ja sam sin stotine bednika
Takvih poput tebe što su joj bili nada jedina
Da nekako izdržava sebe, a potom i sina za sitan novac
Ženska toplina uz čašu jeftinog vina
Na kraju je dokusurila sida, al' ima i veći bol
Da se rodiš sa sidom, hajde, zamisli to
Rodio sam se sa HIV-om, al′ ću umreti s' osmehom
Ovo je tvoj kraj, ti završavaš mojom osvetom"
Tupo klik, tajac, pa jedan urlik u prazno
Kao što je i pištolj prazan, smeši se mladić u tamnom
Sad si samo senka, jadniče, ništavan pred strahom
Dželat tebi neću biti ja, već život, zvaćeš ga kaznom
I tad na svetlu blesnu igla sa šprica
Što ga lagano izvuče iz džepa mladić mračnog lica
Zari ga sebi u venu i, bez žurbe, istoči sok mržnje
Kapi svetog besa što njime oduvek struje
Sablasno se osmehnu, napolju sevnu
On mu zabi špric u vrat, ubrizga svoju krv i to beše šah-mat
Mladić odšeta u mrak i ostaše samo uzdasi strica
Al′ noć je gluva i sve od spolja, kuca tišina
Sveti bes, moje sve
Moj bol, moj celi svet
Sveti bes i šta je greh?
Posle il' pre, po svoje vraća se
Sveti bes, moje sve
Moj bol, moj celi svet
Sveti bes i šta je greh?
Posle il′ pre, po svoje vraća se
Sveti bes, moje sve
Moj bol, moj celi svet
Sveti bes i šta je greh?
Posle il' pre, po svoje vraća se

Holy Rage

Your spirit is free
With other children, little hands made of mud
You want to reach the sun and embrace it like a brother
It whispers secrets to you about the land beyond the mirror
If you believe in a fairy tale, it wasn't spun in vain
Your path is long
On the other side, more than a pot of gold awaits
Your eyes are wings, they take you everywhere
Touch your chest with your palm
It's not a heart that beats, no
It's dreams timidly knocking from the outside, wanting to be let in
Your fingers are brushes
Color the people who are afraid to breathe
From black tempera, inhale pollen and be reborn
Then they will have a watery gaze
Forgive them, you will paint a smile on yourself again
Thousands of fireflies this evening are your lanterns
It's so easy to fly when you're a child
Let dreams float over sleeping streets
Rainy music chooses you to be the one tonight
With dewy notes in your hair
Put on a tulle costume and you're already a blue fairy
With your gaze, you bring dolls to life
The next second, your teddy bear says to you:
"I've been waiting for you, I'll take you where sobs are unknown"
A jump high above the roof, and there you are on the tail of a star
He tears the sky with his paw
"Where are you taking me, teddy? I can't see you, you fool"
Eyelashes full of clouds
"Wait, I see embers or is that people's faces shining?"
Hundreds, hundreds of people fly towards us
At the head of the procession, it's Dad and Mom
Light as the wind, a cocktail of laughter and tears walks towards them
Radiant like never before
And now she forgives them for leaving, it's so much nicer here
Everything is made of happiness and song, but suddenly, everything shakes
Behind the mountains, the ugly head of a giant emerges
All the people around her become people of smoke and disappear
She is left alone and then, in the face of the evil giant
She recognizes her uncle's face and the image shatters
Shards of broken imagination dig into her eyes, they sting
And finally she sees the same thing she sees every night
A huge body above her, panting with the smell of brandy
A rough tongue that makes her skin crawl
And everywhere there's sticky sweat and pain, that thing
A sword that cuts everything pure within her
Dirty fingers in her mouth, trembling in her thighs
She screams inside
She reaches out to her teddy bear, but will he hear her now?
She can't see him clearly through her tears, and it hurts so badly
"Take me, teddy, my teddy, take me, please"
But the mute doll looks indifferently with glass eyes
The heart is lost under the plush, sunk into nothingness
Only her uncle's sighs and the rain beat against the walls
And the night is deaf and, from the outside, silence swallows everything
Holy rage, my everything
My pain, my whole world
Holy rage, and what is sin?
Sooner or later, it comes back for its own
He is fifty years old
While a storm rages outside
He sits in an armchair, leafs through a book, now he's on the poem "The Raven"
The poem mentions a loner, the flapping of wings, and the night
An ominous bird that is the loner's only guest
A night like this, a loner like him
But the raven, the raven is only in that poem
Just madness, it can't be reality, no way
While the fireplace crackles pleasantly, he continues to drink wine
At that moment, someone knocks, the man flinches
The fog brought someone to him like the raven from the poem
Although he doesn't yearn for company, he still opens the door
And before him, he sees a young man woven from darkness
Black coat, long hair, dark eyes and rage
Those eyes that pierce straight into his consciousness
He wanted to say something, but the words failed him then
Lightning flashed, as did the young man's fist
Another one, and another, the man found himself on the floor
While together with the young man, chills and darkness entered the room
The man felt a foot on him and a look from above
And then he helplessly shouted: "You, damn son of a bitch!"
And that was the spark, an arrow to the young man's heart
Who knows why, he screamed and started beating the man
Bloodthirsty, demonic, without mercy, wherever and however he could
The man spits blood, screams are lost under the boot
The moment he puts the gun to his temple
The man realizes that the young man has no brakes and that it's the end
While coughing up his own teeth, he tries to ask why
But the young man speaks up himself and it was clear:
"How do you like being on the other side of fear?
You, who sowed fear, how do you feel now?
Does the film rewind, all the sequences when you tormented her
And the scene when you got bored of her, so you didn't want her in the house anymore?
The image of her alone on the street, while the broken sky poured
You, you wretch, you don't know what happened after
I'm not a son of a bitch, I'm the son of hundreds of wretches
Like you, who were her only hope
To somehow support herself, and then her son for little money
Female warmth with a glass of cheap wine
In the end, AIDS finished her off, but there's an even greater pain
To be born with AIDS, come on, imagine that
I was born with HIV, but I will die with a smile
This is your end, you end with my revenge"
A dull click, silence, then a scream into the void
Just like the gun is empty, the young man smiles in the darkness
Now you're just a shadow, you wretch, insignificant before fear
I will not be your executioner, but life, you will call it punishment
And then a needle from a syringe glinted in the light
Which the young man with the dark face slowly pulled out of his pocket
He stuck it into his own vein and, without haste, poured out the juice of hatred
Drops of holy rage that have always flowed through him
He smiled ghostly, a flash outside
He stuck the syringe in his neck, injected his own blood, and that was checkmate
The young man walked away into the darkness and only the uncle's sighs remained
But the night is deaf and from the outside, silence knocks
Holy rage, my everything
My pain, my whole world
Holy rage, and what is sin?
Sooner or later, it comes back for its own
Holy rage, my everything
My pain, my whole world
Holy rage, and what is sin?
Sooner or later, it comes back for its own
Holy rage, my everything
My pain, my whole world
Holy rage, and what is sin?
Sooner or later, it comes back for its own