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Marcelo Lyrics

Teorija zavere u lobanji jednog sajka:
The conspiracy theory in the head of a baton:

Gajtan do majka – daj ga, pa hajka!
String up to the mother – give it, and then hunt!

Tajfunu ravan – taj sam za gamad
Equal to a typhoon – that's what I am for vermin

Antraks za ljaksad – strašna je farsa
Anthrax for pink-tattooed hipsters – the farce is terrifying

Sav kajmak iz kasa daj nam jer glasam
Give us all the cream from the coffers because I'm voting

Iz sveg glasa ...i šta sad?
At the top of my voice... and what now?

Cunamija i sarsa za sav taj narodni vapaj
Tsunamis and SARS for all that people's outcry

Pa skapaj, nacijo raka!
So die, nation of cancer!

San satkan akcijom štaka
A dream woven with the action of crutches

ćopavih rodoljuba – zar sam sramota roditelja
Bald patriots – am I a disgrace to my parents?

Ako ne jebem ratove jer svaki ima reditelja?
If I don't fuck wars because each one has a director?

Seri, tebra, svedi me na izdajnika naše 'više rase!
Screw it, bro, reduce me to a traitor of our 'superior race!

Ljudi bre, vama je smešteno – al' vam ladovina paše...
Damn, it's all set up for you people – but the shade suits you...

Anketa s mitinga radikala: 'Cela planeta srpska, vala!
Survey from the radical rally: 'The whole planet is Serbian, I swear!

Samo se sluša Alka Kurvica s ružičastog kanala...
We only listen to Alka Kurvica from the pink channel...

Al' zato na kolac Marčela i 'ribu iz Elementala:
But on a stake, Marčelo and the chick from Elemental:

Ma kakvo 'Bekstvo',tralalala – njihova ruka nas je klala!
Forget 'Escape', tralalala – their hand has been killing us!

...što se mene tiče, nabij disk o kurac, al' nisi mudrac.
...as far as I'm concerned, fuck off, but you're not wise.

Jadni disko buraz, tvoja zika i tvoj stav koji furaš.
Poor disco brother, your bling and the attitude you show off.

Ja bih čistkom sve vas! Gistro za neku Srbiju urlaš,
I'd sweep all of you with a broom! You shout for some Serbia,

A ne znaš ni jedan običaj, ikona ti služi za ukras!
And you don't know a single tradition, an icon serves as decoration for you!

Ne znaš gramatiku ni motiku – sad modernica vodi puk,
You don't know grammar or hoe – now modernity leads the crowd,

Samo laganica godi mu... a godinama muda u procepu!
Only lightness pleases him... and for years, his balls are in a squeeze!

Iskreno zgrožen svim tim – ja i moj bunt smo dream-team,
Honestly disgusted by all that – me and my rebellion are a dream team,

I veći sam patriota iako po mitingu ne zviždim!
And I'm a greater patriot even though I don't whistle at rallies!

Bolje prouči poreklo, tebra. Dosta igara bez leba!
Better study your origin, bro. Enough games without bread!

Taj Karić nek safta glavić, i sva bajka o 'narodu s neba!
Let Karić blow his little head, and all the fairy tale about 'the people from heaven!'

Gde je tu ZEMLJA? Dilema: šta bi rekli moj i tvoj deda?
Where is the EARTH in all of this? Dilemma: what would my grandfather and your grandfather say?

Sećanja blede na herojska vremena...
Memories fade on heroic times...

Ja kažem - ne baš! Rekli bi: 'Samo deco ne ginite radi reda,
I say - not really! They would say: 'Children, do not die for the sake of order,

Sve je to partija šaha, armija pešaka strada za megdan!
It's all a game of chess, the infantry perishes for the sake of the battle!

Nikada više, kao edgar! Ikara kliše – karasevdah:
Never again, like Edgar! Icarus cliché – a bittersweet melody:

Nećeš leteti sve dok vučeš sidra.' Vučeš, a ne znaš!
You won't fly as long as you're dragging anchors.' You're dragging, and you don't know!

Komercijalni predah za mentalne snobove,
A commercial break for mental snobs,

Jer ne shvataju da imamo i lepše stvari za ponos, nego grobove!
Because they don't understand that we have things to be proud of, other than graves!

Svi smo senke prošlosti,
We are all shadows of the past,

Sutra je juče, gde smo danas ja i ti?
Tomorrow is yesterday, where are we today, you and I?

Dal' su 'svetli grobovi'?
Are they 'bright graves'?

Ili su mrtvi već odavno umorni?
Or are the dead already tired?

Ako je otadžbina majka, fakat fura čedomorstvo.
If the homeland is a mother, it really promotes infanticide.

I eto, otad imam taj gard, lakat guram, sve dok moj grob
And so, since then I have that attitude, I push my elbow, until my grave

Ne bude bio isklesan – trans-ekspres za nebesa,
Will not be carved – trans-express to heaven,

Al' neću biti tako besan da i odozgo kunem sinove
But I won't be so angry that I curse the sons from above

Da dižu ralo i volove i sebi zabijaju klinove i auto-golove
To plow and rise oxen and drive nails and score own goals

Za činove i šatro-govore – kao, mirno je a samo ponor je
For ranks and fake speeches – like, it's peaceful but it's only an abyss

Sve što vidim! Deset godina dug fitilj!
All I can see! A fuse that's been burning for ten years!

A opet je prošlo pet, pa budi ranije dovitljiv!
And yet five years have passed, so be clever earlier!

Opet onaj reper! Stereotipno sere on!
That rapper again! He's stereotypically talking shit!

Steram ti ga kroz tvoj stereo u sterilni mozak s teretom!
I'm ramming it through your stereo into your sterile burdened brain!

Ste rekli 'Bog? Taj mobilni pretplatnik nije dostupan,
You said 'God? That mobile subscriber is not available,

Mnogo smo ga cimali, a bio je strpljiv i postupan:
We rang him a lot, and he was patient and considerate:

Oče, vidiš! Očevidac si! Oče, vidaj me!
Father, you see! You're a witness, Father! Father, provide for me!

Oče, koče siroče...' ...a predsednici bi rat – pa neka se počne!
Father, you stall, orphan...' ...and presidents want war – so let it begin!

I onda bude – šta? Dal' ti se pali prokleta lampica:
And then what happens? Does that damn light bulb light up for you:

Nemaš da trampiš šta – ili život il' zgarišta!
You have nothing to trade – either life or ashes!

Dal' ti se zgadi sad sav taj moderni rat haj-faj?
Are you disgusted now with all this modern war hi-fi?

Pokreni sat, daj mat! Po meni je kraj za
Start the clock, give checkmate! In my opinion, it's the end for

Epohu starih kazaljki – reci mi što smo sakati,
The era of old clock hands – tell me what we are mutilating,

Dal' vredi plakati sad kad smo sve izgubili?
Is it worth crying now that we've lost everything?

Jer, nema 'Velike Srbije'. Nema Kosova.
Because there's no 'Greater Serbia'. There's no Kosovo.

Ubili su nam čoveka s vizijom pa sad supu kusamo vuljuškom,
They killed a man with a vision for us to eat soup with a spoon,

Jer imamo (šta?) aplauz za kalauz, karakter
Because we have (what?) applause for the conductor, character

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who enjoys live Counter – and a homemade blockbuster video:

Severinu & Suzanu da nam bratstvo & jedinstvo vrate
To give us Severina & Suzana and restore brotherhood & unity

U sekundi, bivša juga drka i opet smo braća, brateee!
In an instant, the former Yugoslavia gets off and we're brothers again, bro!

Dakle, mi smo cigani ko u onoj pesmi od Azre.
So, we're like gypsies in that song by Azra.

Dajte daire il' ću sam da ih maznem – a dokle?
Give me tambourines or I'll steal them myself – and until when?

Neću da Srbija ima snage, ja bih da ima pameti!
I don't want Serbia to have strength, I want it to have intelligence!

Ako nas mrtvi vole, to su njihovi stvarni zaveti!
If the dead love us, those are their real pledges!

Možda nam moto nije bonton, al' imamo predivan jezik,
Maybe our motto isn't etiquette, but we have a beautiful language,

Predivan folklor – to je moj ponos, kapiš!
A beautiful folklore – that's my pride, you know!

Svi smo senke prošlosti,
We are all shadows of the past,

Sutra je juče, gde smo danas ja i ti?
Tomorrow is yesterday, where are we today, you and I?

Dal' su 'svetli grobovi'?
Are they 'bright graves'?

Ili su mrtvi već odavno umorni?
Or are the dead already tired?

Svi smo senke prošlosti,
We are all shadows of the past,

Sutra je juče, gde smo danas ja i ti?
Tomorrow is yesterday, where are we today, you and I?

Dal' su 'svetli grobovi'?
Are they 'bright graves'?

Ili smo svi samo senke prošlosti?