Bosonogo Djetinjstvo

(2013) split 12'' with Bastinados
01. Mižerija
02. Suživot
03. Čim ogladni
04. Rat će umrijeti sa vama
05. Kroji se otrov



01. Mižerija

Posjekla je aleje
Pohlepa
Popločala obale
Sveta simetrija
Mižerija, mižerija, mižerijaaa
Svi satovi nek' zvone
Rutina kao sredstvo i kraj
U fontani mladosti govna plutaju
Mižerija, mižerija, mižerijaaa
Pitaj me što ima novog u kavezu
Sa 2500 sunčanih sati na godinu

MISERY
Greed has stricken trees from the side of the avenue
Saint Simmetry has paved the shores with concrete
Misery, misery, misery
And the clocks they keep on ticking
Routine as means to an end
The fountain of youth is filled with shit
Misery, misery, misery
Ask me „what's new?“ in a cage
With 2500 hours of sunlight per year



02. Suživot

Od ljubomornog svevišnjeg na dar
Božanska crta za kontrolu
I humani osjećaj panike i straha
Kada nam stvari izmaknu iz ruku
Tad kreće topot nultog jahača
galop njegovog blijedog konja
Kojem je ljudska samo pjena
Što izlazi na usta
Bijeli čovjek koji uništava
Sve što ukrotiti se ne da
Stoljećima si kopa grob

COEXISTENCE
From the jelaous allmighty as a gift
A divine sense for control
And a humane sense of panic and fear
When things fall out of our humane grip
Then we hear the clatter of the horsemen
And the gallop of his pale horse
Only humane thing they possess is their mouths foam
White man that destroys
Everything which cannot be named
For centuries it's been digging his own grave



03. Čim ogladni

Želje ne dolaze bez strahova
A strahovi bez želja da ih se riješiš
Najlucidniji su oni koji te čekaju doma, na kraju dana na kauču
Uz zveckaj tableta i katodnu cijev
Dok avantura i uzbuđenje spavaju i trunu
Dok smo djeca nam govore da je u redu imati snove
Samo da bi nas kasnije bacili na pod, glavom prema dolje
Ouroboros je goli kurac prema začaranom krugu tuge i konzumacije
Jer takva je beštija, zaboravlja čim ogladni

AS SOON AS IT GETS HUNGRY
Wishes, they come in pair with fears
And fears pair with wishes of getting them rid
The most lucid ones are the ones that wait for you at home
On the couch, at the end of your day
While the pills rattle next to the cathode ray
While adventure and excitement rot in their sleep
As children, they say to us that it's ok to have your dreams
Only to throw you on the ground, face first
Ouroboros is jack shit compared to the vicious circle of sorrow and consuption
Because the beast forgets as soon as it gets hungry.



04. Rat će umrijeti sa vama

Sklizle su sve zastave na pola koplja
Do kraja dana progutat će ih plamen ispod kvartovskih balkona
Generacije ratohuškača utihnut će sa zalaskom sunca;
Do jutra ih se nitko sjećat neće, a kroz pjesmu ćemo prebroditi noć
Korov prošlosti uvenut će kao cvijeće, i nema te rose da mu ublaži pad
Rat će umrijeti prirodnom smrću
A ja i moji drugari ćemo ga nadživjeti!

THE WAR WILL DIE WITH THEM
All of the flags on the poles must have slipped at half-mast
While the day ends, they'll be consumed by the fire underneath the balconies
Generations of warmongers will stay silent when the sun falls behind the hills
By the morning, no one will remember their names while we sing the night away
The weeds of past will wither like flowers, without the dew to ease it's fall
The war will die by natural cause
And me and my friends will live through it all!



05. Kroji se otrov

Po čijoj mjeri svijet je krojen?
I kakve mjere koriste oni što ga kroje?
Da li je njihova mjera prilagodljiva?
Možda je stvarnost golom oku nevidljiva?
Na golom tijelu nosim ceduljicu, na kojoj piše cijena
Kad je se sjetim, ne mogu odgonetnuti, da li je nosim od rođenja?
Oslijepili smo od gledanja u sunce, dok nam sivilo grize ozeble ruke
Svakodnevni život svog Moloha goji
Imaš i ti jednog u vlastitoj sobi
Svi požele da otruju bunare
Iz kojih poje despote, vladare, gospodare.

SEWING THE POISONS
For whose measure was the world sewn?
And what measures did the ones that sew use?
Are their measures adjustable?
Maybe the reality is invisible to the naked eye?
On my naked body, there is a tag
Which has a price, when I remember it, I can't figure out, was it here my whole life?
We've been blind because we're gazing out the sun
As our hands our bitten by the frost
Daily life breeds its own Moloch
If you look close enough, there is one in your room
Everyone has a wish, to poison the well which feasts and waters our masters and lords.