Marchelo "Pegla" lyrics

Translation to:deenitsk

Pegla

Darko ima deset godina i nema užinu za vreme odmora.Njegovi nemaju posla, on ima 30 kila s knjigama.Knjige su sad van ranca, prljave u blatu i barama.Jer, pošto nema džeparca, Darka tuku dečaci s kajlama.Bezdušni grohot dok vazdušnim đonom obojica gaze ga.Neke cure dobacuju kikot, on se tiho grči izranjavan.Žali što nije ko ćale što prebija svakoga po kafanama.Što je slab i mora da ćuti, jer muško ne sme da bude njanjavac.Tog dana ga je spasao jedan debeli pegavi klinja.Malo stariji, verovatno iz srednje što je tu pored bila.Razjurio ona dva klinca, stao na njegovu stranu,i to je jedini put kad je neko bio dobar prema Darku.

Darko ima sedamnaest, napucan je i svi sad zovu ga Pegla.Ima treš trešu, ima naj najke i ramena široka k'o regal.Ima bes besvesti, oči očinske, jed jednak k'o nekad.I zna da bije za ćirilicu, ali piše spojeno neznam.On mrzi Hrvate, čuo da treba - u pesmi omiljenog benda.On mrzi pedere -- rekla mu crkva i dobri pastir Kačavenda.On voli svoj narod, voli Kosovo i život bi dao za njega,ali zove prljavom seljačinom svakoga ko nije iz BG-a.(Pegla) Pegla je spreman na sve da uđe u tim.Da ga shvate ozbiljno baš svi. Da i on bude jedan od njih, jer(Pegla) ne želi da gleda kako tone mu zemlja i da na to bude jebeno tih.Iskriviće od batina svakog ko je kriv.ALI - moraće da dokaže koliko je odan.U rancu ima baklju, zastavu, dva noža.U parku je noć, u noći je parka,U parku je tip, liči na pederaša.Ako ga olomi, biće kulijana:Primiće ga u ekipu huligana.Vidi na šta liči, sigurno je feget!Ma jeb'o tuču, bolje nož u bubreg.Ajmo, Pegla, to, ubodi ga!Evo, pada! Sad! Zaskoči ga!Ubodi opet, ubodi pedera!Za crkvu, za Boga... živela Srbija!Vidi kako plače, bre, pička pegava!

... ček, stani... pa to je on... onaj iz školskoga...

Pegli drhti usna, drhti ruka, dok momak krklja.Te oči, sva ta pitanja u njima, taj užas...Pegla ne može da gleda, Pegla muči se da diše.Pegla napipava rukom kamen i smrska mu lice.

Gde je sad Bog, Pegla, kada vidiš oko što curi,kada vidiš svu krv što šiklja, kada nema mase da divlja?KO je tvoj bog, Pegla, za koga radiš to sve?Jel' sad bolje tvojoj zemlji? Kako to da si sam i nem?Kako to sada nikog nema? Samo ti i komadići mesana dlanu, obrazu, čelu. Na duši, koju više nemaš.Gledaj ga, gledaj, Pegla. Znaj, i on tebe gledamrtvim okom s druge strane, da znaš, da pamtiš,šta god misliš sad da si -- to oko, taj vir,to si ti.

Iron

Darko is 10 and doesn't have snack for break time at school,his parents don't work,he has 30 kg with books.The books are now out of school bag,dirty and in puddles,'cause as he doesn't have money,Darko is beaten by other boys with chains on chestsHeartless loud while they two are treading him with their air max sneakers,some girls giggle,he quietly twists woundedregrets why he isn't like dad who beats up everyone in pubs,why he is weak and must be silent,because man can't be whinerThat day one fat freckled kid saved him ,little older,probably from high school which is there near,he beat off that two kids, took his sideand that was the only time when someone was good to Darko

Darko is 17,rowdy and everyone now calls him Iron,he has trash trash,best nike and shoulders like wardrobe widehe has senseless anger,fathers eyes and wrath strong just like once,and knows to fight for Cyrillic,but writes together ''neznam"*he hates Croats,heard that in song of his favourite band,he hates fagots,church told him and good shepherd Kachavenda,he loves his nation,loves Kosovo and he will give his life for it,but he calls dirty hick everyone who is not from BelgradeIron Iron is willing to do anything just to get into the team,to be understood by all of them. He wants to be one of them too,'causeIron doesn't want to look how his land is sinking and be fucking quiet on thatHe will distort from beating everyone who is guilty,but he will have to prove how much he is loyalIn bag he has torch,flag,two knivesIn park it's dark,in dark it's parka**In parka is guy who looks like gay,if he beats him,that will be cool,he will be received into hooligans teamLook what he's like,surely he is a fagotFuck fight,beter knife in kidneyCome on,Iron,yeah, stab him!Here,he's falling,now,jump on him!Stab again,stab fagot!For church,for God long lived Serbia!Look how he's crying, freckled pussy

Wait,stop - well,he's a boy from schoolyard

Irons lip is trembling,his arm is trembling,while boy is wheezingthat eyes,all that questions in them,that horrorIron can't watch,Iron is struggling to breatheIron finds a stone with a hand and smashes his face

Where is God now,Iron,when you see eye that's bleeding?When you see all that blood gushing,when there's no crowd becoming wild?Who's your God,Iron,for who do you do all this?Is it better to your country now? You became alone and silent,how?How is nobody here now? Just you and pieces of meaton palm,on cheek,on soul which you don't have anymoreLook at him,look,Iron, and know - he watches you toowith dead eye on the other side,to know,to remember,whatever you think now that eye is you,that whirlpool,that is you

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