Marchelo "Šapat" lyrics

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Šapat

1.strofa:On čuje šapate, izlomljene, potmule,huku i topote s neke daleke obale,što grcaju i grče se, ječe unutar lobanje.I shvata: loše je. Ali muž i otac je.Borac je. Ne da tom ehu da ga samelje.Ali teško je da gradiš kada imaš jako loše temelje -krhke, mrvljive i trajno polomljen dom,iz koga nosi u sebi trajno udomljen lom.Razume. Loše je – glasovi u glavi.Al’ možda proći će. Napet je. Svi smo ponekad takvi.Ima ženu, dvoje dece i sagradio je novi dom.Koliko god temelj loš, čovek mora biti nešto još.Nešto iznad sebe samog. Sebi sprat. Njima krov.Toliko toga. Toliko dobrog da zatrpa se rov.Ali glasovi ne prestaju, svrdlaju i tutnje,kao zgrušane slutnje, kao vapaj, kao zov…

O, kako bi bilo lepo zaspati.Utonuti u crnu vodu što te zagluši,što celog te uzme, nežno te rastočiu blaženo ništa gde utihnu šapati.

Jeka je sve glasnija. Sada zna da zove ga.Oseća da lomi ga. Da grmi u glavi. Melje ga.Da menja ga. Lobanja je malena. Pretesna.I zna: loše je. I tome neće biti prestanka.Ustajepre svih.Penje sena sprat.Zna da volisve njih,al’ u ovomeje sam.Ni reč.Ni krik.Samo misaoi dah.Sekunde.Bol.Samo tren.I kraj.

Refren (Nena):Celog života u mojoj glavi si – šapat.Živiš u meni na mestu gde sam još slaba.Danas je dan kada puštam da si vrisak.Dajem ti mir koji nisi imao nikad.

2.strofa:Gledam je. Znam kuda odlazi kad god se ućuti.To još guši. Ljuti.Takav ambis nikad ne zatrpaš. Čučiš iznad i slutiš.Ono zašto, onaj upitnik je pijuk na njenoj duši.Ponekad pričamo o tome. Ali kako bismo mi znalikako izgleda da prođeš takvo nešto kad si mali…Ipak, jednom smo joj rekli, posle ko zna koje flaše,da možda ipak nije sasvim kasno da ga spase.

Izvrišti njegov bol. Ti mu budi mir.Ti mu podari to. Ti prekini niz.Ne dozvoli da sada on tebi bude upravo šapatkoji huči po tvojoj glavi kao fijuk i sluti svašta.Ljudi uvek trube da samo slabi dižu rukeod sebe i samo sebični dižu ruku na sebe.Al’ to nije baš uvek tako, i nekad nije to uopšte.Poneko reši da ode baš zato što voli svoje.Tako slepo, odano, više od sopstvene kože,kada shvati da menja se u drugo. U loše.Divim ti se oduvek. I nadam se da možešda mu dozvoliš da bude sećanje. Tata. I čovek.

Most (Nena):Puštam te.

Whisper

1.str.He hears the whispers - intermittent, muffled,the roar and the clatters from some distant shore,which're sobbing and writhing, making an echo inside of the skull.And he realizes: that's bad. But he is husband and father.He is struggler. He doesn't allow to that echo to grind him.But it is hard to build when you have so weak bases-breakable, crumbly ones and permanently destroyed home,from which he got permanently housed breakage.He understands. That's bad - voices inside of his head.But maybe they will vanish.He is nervous. Such as all of us sometimes.He has wife, two children and he built new home.No matter how much bad is the base,the man has to be few meters above.Something above himself. Floor to himself. Roof to them.So many things. A lot of good things to cover the trench.But voices are not leaving him - they are boring and rumbling,like curdy presages, like a shriek, like a call...

Oh, how great it would be, being able to sleep.To immerse into black water which deafens you,which grabs you entirely, and gently dissolve youinto blissfully nothing where whispers are silencing.

Echo is becoming louder. Now he knows it's calling him.He feels it's breaking him. It's thundering in his head. Grinding him.That it's changing him. The scull is too small. Too narrow.And he knows: that's bad. And that will not stop.He is getting upbefore others.He is goingupstairs.He knows thathe loves all them,but he shouldhandle this alone.Not a word.Not a scream.Just thoughtand breath.Seconds.Pain.Just a moment.And the end.

Ref.All my life you are inside of my head - whisper.You are living inside of me, in place where I am still weak.Today is the day on which I will let you to be a scream.I am leaving you in peace that you've never had.

2.str.I am watching her. I know where is she goingwhenever she gets quiet.That chokes more.That makes man angry.That kind of abyss you can never cover at all.You are just crouching down and presaging.Question Why? and that questionnaire is a pickaxe in her soul.Sometimes we are talking about it. But how could we knowhow it looks when you pass through sth like that when you are kid.Though, once we told her, after unknown number of empty bottles*,that maybe it's not too late to save him.

Scream out his pain. Be his peace.Do that for him. Stop the series.Don't let that he become a whisper for you nowthat is roaring inside of your head like a whizand presaging many bad things.People usually say that only weak ones put their hands upand only selfish people are doing harm to themselves.But that is not always the thing, sometimes not at all.Some people decide to go because they love their closest ones.So blindly, loyally, more than their own skin,when they realize that they are changing into something else. Bad.I admire you from the beginning. And I hope you canlet him be a memory. Dad. And human being.

I'm letting you.

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