Marchelo "Novi Vavilon" lyrics

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Novi Vavilon

Bila jednom zemlja bez glave i repa, zbunjena chekanekad sve je probala, al' sebi nije nashla leka.Senka nad njome stajashe, nadri - doktori bajashe, u nadi dokoni lajashe..u stvari, zlokobni tajac je dozivao kishu bez dodola,svaki ondashnji znalac je obmana, skorashnji talas, bez korenatrchi kao Forest Gamp, a nema promena, era otrova,i smena zlotvora, a stada cela pokorna, i opet krah.Kad sevashe nebom, jedan pijanac je sedeo.. pio, pushio,gorko psovao sve redom, doshao na ideju odjednom zbog chega se zivi bedno,lupio rukom o astal, ustao i glasno rek'o svima:

"Boli nas taj eho secanja shto drobi spas!Svi mrtvi spremni su za krajnji rat: ljudi od zemlje na zemlji-a gore vajni sprat (nama pripada raj!)nash pali tron je temelj za novi Vavilon - pa gradimo! (josh uvek cheka nas taj)raspali most, da spaja nas sa nebom shto nam pripada svo! (odozgo gleda nas On)zaspali Bog - slep i gluv za bol shto trpi sav njegov rod.. (shta ovde imamo to?)raspad i zlo - mi smo sirochad, gledamo ledja tvorca svog.. (necemo vishe dno!)... gradimo kulu do neba, na vrhu je shiljak: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 potichu.....a On? Pije ambroziju od krvi nashih zivota!Svi zajedno, braco, gradimo kulu, ubijmo skota!"

Moje ochi gluve su za mirise.Ti govorish mi sve sne - ja ne vidim te...Pokazujesh mi lice - ja ne chujem te......stavljam katance na kazaljke...

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

Ljudi prazni, prozirni, bez smeha, bez suza...U pohodu na bolje sutra zguzvala se svrha,a i dalje gradi se kula - svakoga dana, u svakom pogledu.ka bozijem srcu zaoka je u svakom nashem delu!I svaka rech - cigla, svaki chovek - stub, brze i brze....najjache vezani kad zajedno mrze...A mesija nije najmudriji, vec ko viche najglasnijeonog pijanca niko nije ni pamtio kasnije...Ostade navika da sledimo vodecegkad vreme odvede vodeceg - sledimo sledeceg.Slepih armija za njega se lepi, spremna da ginesamo pokazi krivca - eto koride!Greshni greshku ne vide pa im greshno nije preselo.Sinovi Adama i Eve Zmiju slede nesvesno.Milenijum u kom vileni um, otrovnim zarom.bezbrizni novi Vavilon zaboravlja prichu o starom...Vaviloncima se jezici vezashe u chvoroveda ne razumeju bliznje kad govore..Nikad takli oblake, nikad makli poroke,zalivajuci svoje korove, otrovashe svoje korene.... sad evo nove bozje porote! Proglasismo ga greshnim!I dobismo istu kaznu.. hajde, prichaj sa nekim..Uzalud shapucesh mi snove, ochi za mirise gluve..deo smo armature kule, tu je sve shto znam i umem,pa ne pruzaj ruke, odavno te ne razumem!Ljudi ljudima tudji, ka vechnosti hrle..LJudi s bar kodom na chelu, neosetljivi na bol...Ljudi tako mali da im prashta probodeni Bog!

New Babylon

[Once upon a time], there was a land with no head nor tail, waiting confused,Sometimes she tried everything but couldn't find a cure for herself.Shadow lingered above her, witch-doctors chanting, barking idly in hope...In fact, the evil hush called for rain without dodola1,every specialist of that time is a scum, a recent wave, without rootsruns like Forrest Gump, but there is no change, the age of poison,and change of the evildoer, but the herd is subdued, and again crash.When the sky {sevashe?}, a drunkard sat there, he drank and he smoked,bitterly cursed everything in line, he came up with an idea of why they lived a miserable life,he hit with his hand in the wall, stood up and said to everybody:

"Those echoes of memories that scatters the salvation hurts us!All the dead are ready for the final war; people of earth on the earth-but up there, a war floor. (The Paradise belongs to us!)Our fallen throne is a foundation for the new Babylon - so we build it! (Still it waits for us)That destroyed bridge, that connects us with the sky that belongs to us! (He watches us from above)The sleeping God, blind and deaf for the pain that his kind endures.. (What do we have it here of all that?)Decay and evil - we are orphans, watching the back2 of our Creator... (We don't want [to be in] the bottom no more!)... We're building a tower up to the sky, there is a spike on the top:It stabs God through His heart, so that the people are calm!And let the sheperd's fife play for some new herd...He did this with misery, He left us with this...People made out of plasticine, empty eyes, people made out of naphthalene of whom memories flow..... And Him? Drinks ambrosia of the blood of our lives!Everybody together, brothers, let's build the tower, let's kill the bastard!"

My eyes are deaf for essences.You're telling all your dreams - I don't see you...You show me your face - I don't hear you...... I put locks on the clock arrows...

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

People empty and transparent, without laughter, without tears...The purpose narrowed down to fight for a better tomorrow,but the tower is building still - every day in every way.A sting to God's heart is in every deed of ours.And every word - a brick, and every man - a column, faster and faster.... They are most strongly tied together when they hate together...And the Messiah is not the wisest, but the loudest,nobody remembered about that drunkard later on...The old habit to follow the leader stays,when the time takes the leader, we follow the next one.A blind army is sticking to him, ready to perish;just show the culprit - there goes the bullfight!The sinful don't see the mistakes, so the moving is not a mistake to them.The sons of Adam and Eve unconsciously follow The Snake.A millennium in which the mind is roasted on poison ember.The careless new Babylon forgets the story of the old Babylon...Babylonians' tongues were bounded in knots3so that they don't understand their people when they speak...They never touched the clouds, they never removed their vices,watering their weeds, poisoning their roots.... So now here's the new God punishment! We declared him sinful!And we got the same judgement! C'mon, try to talk to somebody..You're whispering me your dreams in vain, eyes deaf for essences...We're part of the tower framework, this is everything I know and able to,so don't reach your hands for me, I don't understand you since ages ago!People estranged from people, to the eternity they rush.People with bar codes on their forehead, resistant to pain...People so tiny that the impaled God forgives them!

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