Sveti Bes
Marcelo Lyrics

Njen duh je slobodan.
Her spirit is free.

Sa drugom decom, ručicama od blata,
With other children, their hands covered in mud,

želi da dohvati Sunce, i zagrli, k`o brata.
she wants to reach for the Sun, and embrace it like a brother.

Ono joj sapuce tajne o zemlji iza ogledala...
It whispers secrets to her about the land beyond the mirror...

Ako u bajku veruješ, nije se uzalud ispredela!
If you believe in a fairytale, it wasn't spun in vain!

Duga je tvoja pruga! S’ druge strane čeka više od ćupa!
Your path is long! On the other side, there is more than just a pot of gold!

Tvoje oči su krila. Vode te svuda!
Your eyes are wings. They lead you everywhere!

Dodirni dlanom grudi… nije to srce što kuca, ne ne...
Touch your chest with your palm... it's not a beating heart, no no...

To snovi stidljivo kuckaju spolja, da ih pustiš unutra!
Those are dreams timidly knocking from the outside, to be let in!

Tvoji prsti su kistovi! Oboji ljude što se boje
Your fingers are brushes! Paint the people who are afraid

da kroz temperament od crne tempere udahnu polen i ponovo se rode
that through the tempera of blackness, they can breathe pollen and be reborn once again

- tad će imati pogled voden... oprosti im..
- then they will have a watery gaze... forgive them..

nacrtaćeš sebi osmeh opet.
you will draw a smile for yourself again.

Hiljade svitaca u ovoj večeri su tvoji fenjeri!
Thousands of fireflies in this evening are your lanterns!

Tako je lako leteti kad dete si! Nek lebde sni,
It's so easy to fly when you are a child! Let the dreams float,

preko zaspalih ulica! Kišna muzika noćas bira da budeš ta
over the asleep streets! The rainy music tonight chooses you to be the one

sa notama rosnim u kosi...navuci kostim od tila,
with dewy notes in your hair... put on a costume made of tulle,

I već si Plava Vila! Pogledom oživljavaš lutka!
And now you are the Blue Fairy! With your gaze, you bring the doll to life!

Sledećeg sekunda, tvoj Meda ti kaže "Čekao sam te!
The next second, your Teddy Bear says to you "I've been waiting for you!

vodim te gde ne znaju jecaje!"
I'll take you where they don't know tears!"

Skok visoko iznad krova - eto vas na repu zvezde,
Jump high above the roof - there you are, on the tail of a star,

on šapicom cepa nebo..."Kuda me vodiš, Medo?
with his paw tearing the sky... "Where are you taking me, Teddy Bear?

ne vidim te, ludice...oblaka pune trepavice...
I can't see you, silly... clouds full of eyelashes...

Stani! Vidim žeravice...il` to ljudima svetli lice?
Stop! I see embers... or is it the shining faces of people?

Stotine, stotine ljudi... lete ka nama...
Hundreds, hundreds of people... flying towards us...

na čelu povorke - ono su tata i mama!"
at the front of the procession - those are mom and dad!"

...poput vetra laka, koktel smeha i plača,
...like a gentle breeze, a cocktail of laughter and tears,

korača ka njima, blistava, kakva nikad nije bila,
she walks towards them, radiant, like she's never been before,

i sad im prašta sto su otišli... ovde je toliko lepše!
and now she forgives them for leaving... it's so much nicer here!

Sve je od srca i pesme! Al` odjednom, sve se trese...!
Everything is from the heart and song! But suddenly, everything shakes...!

Iza planina, pomalja se ružna glava Džina...
Behind the mountains, an ugly head of a Genie appears...

Svi ljudi oko nje postaju ljudi od dima i nestaju!
All the people around her turn into smoke and disappear!

Ostaju sama ...i tad u licu zlog Džina
She is left alone... and then she recognizes the face of her uncle in the evil Genie

prepoznaje lice svog strica... i na komade puca slika...!
she recognizes her uncle's face... and the image shatters to pieces...!

Staklići razbijene mašte zarivaju joj se u oči,
Shards of a broken imagination bury themselves in her eyes,

peku je, i najzad vidi isto sto i svake noći :
they hurt her, and finally she sees the same thing as every night:

ogromno telo nad njom, dahtanje s mirisom rakije,
a huge body over her, breathing with the scent of alcohol,

hrapavi jezik od kojeg se ježi se a svuda je!
a rough tongue that makes her shiver and it's everywhere!

Lepljivi znoj... i bol... i ta stvar!
Sticky sweat... and pain... and that thing!

Mač što seče sve čedno u njoj!
A sword that cuts through all innocence within her!

prljavi prsti u njenim ustima...
dirty fingers in her mouth...

drhtaj u butinama...
trembling in her thighs...

Ona vrišti u sebi, ručicu pruža ka Medi, al` hoće li je čuti sada?
She screams inside, reaching out her hand to Teddy Bear, but will he hear her now?

Od suza ga ne vidi jasno, a tako strašno boli je!
From tears, she can't see him clearly, and it hurts her so much!

"Uzmi me, Medo, Medice moj, vodi me, molim te...!"
"Take me, Teddy Bear, my Teddy Bear, lead me, please...!"

Al` nemi lutak ravnodušno gleda staklenim očima...
But the silent doll looks at her indifferently with glassy eyes...

Srce se izgubilo ispod pliša, utonulo u ništa!
Her heart got lost beneath the plush, sank into nothingness!

O zidove dobuju samo stričevi uzdasi i kiša...
Only her uncle's sighs and the rain pound against the walls...

I noć je gluva... i sve od spolja guta tišina...
And the night is deaf... and silence consumes everything from the outside...

Sveti bes. Moje sve. Moja bol. Moj celi svet.
Sacred anger. My everything. My pain. My whole world.

Sveti bes... i šta je greh? Posle il` pre, po svoje vraca se.
Sacred anger... and what is sin? It returns in its own time, before or after.

Pedeset mu je godina. Dok napolju oluja besni, sedi u fotelji,
He is fifty years old. While a storm rages outside, he sits in a armchair,

lista knjigu, sad je na pesmi - "Gavran".
reading a book, now he's on the poem - "The Raven".

u pesmi pominje se samac, zamah krila i noć.
the poem mentions a loner, a wing's flap, and the night.

Zloslutna ptica sto je samcu jedini gost.
An ominous bird that is the loner's only guest.

Noć kao ova. Samac kao on.
A night like this one. A loner like him.

Ali, gavran...gavran samo je u pesmi toj,
But, the raven...the raven is only in that poem,

samo ludost, to stvarno ne može biti... ma, ne...
just madness, that can't really be... oh no...

Prijatno pucketa kamion, on nastavlja vino piti.
A truck crackles pleasantly, he continues to drink wine.

U taj čas, zakuca neko. Čovek se strese.
At that moment, someone knocks. The man shivers.

Magla mu je nekog dovela, k`o gavrana iz pesme.
The fog brought someone to him, like the raven from the poem.

Premda za društvom ne čezne, ipak otvara vrata
Although he doesn't long for company, he still opens the door

i pred njima ugleda mladića satkanog od mraka,
and before him, he sees a young man made of darkness,

Crni mantil, duga kosa, tamne oči i bes,
Black coat, long hair, dark eyes and anger,

te oči koje mu se zabadaju ravno u svest...
those eyes that pierce directly into his consciousness...

On htede nesto da kaže, al` mu zafališe reči tad.
He wanted to say something, but the words failed him then.

...sevnu munja, kad i mladiceva pesnica.
...a lightning bolt flashed, as did the young man's fist.

Još jedna. Pa još jedna. Čovek se nađe na podu.
One more. Then one more. The man finds himself on the floor.

Dok skupa sa mladićem jeza i tama ušetaše u sobu.
As fear and darkness entered the room along with the young man.

Čovek na sebi oseti nogu i pogled s visine,
The man feels a foot and a gaze from above on himself,

i tada bespomoćno kriknu... "Ti, prokleti kurvin sine...!"
and then he screams helplessly... "You, damned bastard...!"

I to beše varnica, strela u mladićevo srce...
And that was the spark, the arrow into the young man's heart...

Ko zna zašto, on vrisnu i navali čoveka da tuče
Who knows why, he screams and rushes to beat the man

krvnički, demonski, bez milosti, čime i gde stigne!
viciously, demonically, mercilessly, wherever and however he can!

...čovek pljuje krv, urlici se gube ispod čizme...
...the man spits blood, screams get lost under his boot...

Onog trena kada mu nasloni pištolj na slepoočnicu,
The moment he puts a gun to his temple,

čovek shvati da mladić nema kočnicu... i da je kraj...
the man realizes that the young man has no brakes... and it's the end...

Dok kašlje sopstvene zube, pokušava da pita "zašto?"...
While coughing up his own teeth, he tries to ask "why?"...

...al` mladić sam progovori, i beše jasno...
...but the young man speaks for himself, and it became clear...

"Kako ti se sviđa da budes s ove strane straha?
"How do you like being on this side of fear?

Tebi, koji si sejao strah? Kako ti je sada?
To you, who sowed fear? How are you now?

Da li ti se vrti film? Sve sekvence kad je mučiš,
Is the movie spinning in your head? All the scenes when you tortured her,

i kadar kad ti je dosadila pa je više ne želiš u kući?
and the shot when she got fed up and no longer wanted you in the house?

Slika nje same na ulici, dok je slomljeno nebo lilo?
The image of herself on the street, while the broken sky was pouring down?

Ti... ti, bedniče... ne znaš šta je posle bilo!
You... you, wretch... you don't know what happened after that!

Nisam ja kurvin sin! Ja sam sin stotine bednika,
I am not a bastard! I am the son of hundreds of wretches,

takvih poput tebe, što su joj bili nada jedina
like you, who were her only hope

da nekako izdržava sebe, a potom i sina...
to somehow support herself, and then her son...

Za sitan novac - ženska toplina uz čašu jeftinog vina...
For some change - a woman's warmth with a glass of cheap wine...

Na kraju je dokusurila sida. Al` ima i veći bol :
In the end, she was killed by AIDS. But there is a greater pain :

da se rodiš sa sidom! Ajde zamisli to!
to be born with AIDS! Just imagine that!

Rodio sam se sa HIV-om, al` ću umreti s osmehom.
I was born with HIV, but I will die with a smile.

Ovo je tvoj kraj. Ti završavaš mojom osvetom."
This is your end. You finish with my revenge."

Tupo "klik", tajac, pa jedan urlik u prazno
Muffled "click", silence, then a scream into emptiness

kao što je i pištolj bio prazan, smeši se mladić u tamnom.
just like the gun was empty, the young man smiles in darkness.

"Sad si samo senka, jadniče. Ništavan pred strahom.
"Now you're just a shadow, wretch. Insignificant in the face of fear.

Dželat tebi neću biti ja - već život. Zvaćeš ga kaznom!"
I won't be the executioner to you - life will. You will call it punishment!"

... i tad na svetlu blesnu igla sa šprica,
...and then, a needle with a syringe flashes in the light,

što ga lagano izvuče iz džepa mladić mračnog lica,
gently pulled out of the pocket by the young man with a dark face,

zari ga sebi u venu i bez žurbe istoči sok mržnje,
he sticks it into his vein and slowly injects the juice of hatred,

kapi Svetog Besa što njime oduvek struje,
drops of Sacred Anger that have always flowed through him,

sablasno se osmehnu, napolju sevnu, on mu zabi špric u vrat,
he smiles eerily, flashes outside, and he injects himself in the neck,

ubrizga svoju krv. I to beše sah-mat.
injects his own blood. And that was checkmate.

Mladić otšeta u mrak i ostaše samo uzdasi strica.
The young man walks away into the darkness, and only the sighs of the uncle remain.

...al` noć je gluva. I sve od spolja guta tišina.
...but the night is deaf. And silence devours everything from the outside.