Dvanaest kapi meda u peščanom satu,
udaram glavom o snove,
postali su tesni.

Dvanaest kapi meda u peščanom satu,
bacam se kočijama na brodove,
postali su besni.

Lebdim na madracu od ustajalog vazduha.
Kad zlatne svetlosti više nema,
rastemo u mraku,
volimo u mraku.

Ćutke posmatram svoju baraku,
vreme je da skinem daske sa prozora,
no i dalje se žuti kiperi
bacaju u vodenu grobnicu,
tik pored mog dvorišta.

Rekla je da imam ono što je potrebno,
ali da želi da napravi dijamant od mene,
da li sam sad dijamant?
Da li sam sad dijamant?

Deset kapi meda u peščanom satu,
tap tap tap
tap tap tap
tap tap tap
tap tap tap.

Da li sam sad dijamant?

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Twelve Drops Of Honey in the Hourglass

Twelve drops of honey in the hourglass,
Headbutting dreams,
They became too tight.

Twelve drops of honey in the hourglass,
throwing carriages at ships,
they got too angry.

Floating on a mattress of old air,
When the golden light is no mroe,
We grow in dark,
We love in dark.

I'm quietly looking at my barrack,
It's time to take wooden plates off the windows,
But the yellow lorries still
Toss themselves in a water grave,
Right next to my card.

Said I have all it takes,
But she wants to make a diamond out of me,
Am I a diamond now?
Am I a diamond now?

Twelve drops of honey in the hourglass,
Tap tap tap
tap tap tap
tap tap tap
tap tap tap

Šta ćeš da radiš sa svim tim mlekom,
svim tim mlečno-belim mlekom,
svim tim divnim mlekom?

Šta ćeš da radiš sa svim tim mlekom,
svim tim mlečno belim mlekom,
svim tim divnim mlekom,
sad kad nisi na aparatima za mužu?

To nije mleko ukoliko ga niko ne bude popio.
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Milking Machines

What are you going to do with all that milk,
All that milky-white milk,
All that lovely milk?

What are you going to do with all that milk,
All that milky-white milk,
All that wonderful milk,
Now that you are no longer on the milking machines?

Kopam po
mermernom pločniku
kako bih
našla deo koga nema.

Nemoj da gradonačelnik sazna!
Nemoj da gradonačelnik sazna!

Lepo vidim svoj
uglačani odsjaj
gde je
pšenica nekad rasla.

Nemoj da gradonačelnik sazna!
Nemoj da gradonačelnik sazna!

Moram da nađem taj deo koga nema,
da prilepim taj pojas za spasavanje,
ali od kako smo potonuli,
sve vreme sam navigator

sa obema vezanim rukama, obema vezanim rukama,
po dubinama ovoga što više nije more.

Kao da smo umrli, kao da smo umrli,
na Progresijadi onoga što nekad beše.

Ko zna šta su uradili sa zemljom,
kad su kopali tlo za temelje?
Možda su i našli taj deo koga nema,
samo da bi ga razbile vibracije.

No, to je Progresijada.
Zakopaju te i pokriju tekstilom.
No, to je Progresijada.
Sve se mora nositi sa stilom.

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Progressiade

Scratching through
Marble pavement
To
Find the missing piece.

Don't let the mayor know!
Don't let the mayor know!

I can see my
Shiny reflection
Where
Wheat used to grow.

Don't let the mayor know!
Don't let the mayor know!

Need to find that missing peace,
Glue back that lifesaver.
But ever since we sunk
I've been a navigator

With both hands tied, both hands tied
Through the depths of what's no longer a sea.

As if we'd died, as if we'd died
At Progressiade of what used to be.

Who knows what they did to the ground,
When they were digging the soil for foundations?
The missing piece might have been found,
Only to be shattered by their vibrations.

Kupili smo te u slikovnici,
videli te u toliko scena,
lepili te gde poželimo,
nikad nisi bio srećan, izgleda.

Odlepili smo te,
što ne igraš?
Golim noktima,
što ne igraš?
Sad kad si slobodan,
što ne igraš?
Sve si već postigao,
onda, što ne igraš?

Kupili smo te u akvarijumu,
pojeo si sve druge ribe,
onda si se sakrio u dvorčić,
ne voliš zrake sunca na staklu.

Oslobodili smo te,
što ne igraš?
U pravo jezero,
što ne igraš?
Sad kad si napolju,
što ne igraš?
Sve je tvoje,
onda, što ne igraš?

...pih, pobeže.

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Picture Book

Bought you in a picture book,
Saw you in so many scenes,
Made you do things,
Guided you to where I wanted to,
But you were never happy, it seems.

Peeled you off,
Why don't you dance?
With our bare nails,
Why don't you dance?
Now that you're free,
Why don't you dance?
Nothing left to be,
So why don't you dance?

Bought you in an aquarium,
You ate all the other fish,
Then you hid in the castle,
You don't like the sunrays on the glass.

- Sagradiću grad u kome niko neće moći da živi, ali to će biti najlepši grad na svetu!!!
Nemoj da misliš da ćeš ikad da ga vidiš.
Ne, nemoj da misliš da ćeš ikad da ga vidiš.
Da li si ti svesna koliko ovaj materijal košta?
Pa još da mi neko prlja ove luksuzne podove,
da provlači fekalije kroz ove pozlaćene cevi.
Zamisli da neko počne da jede sa ovih lepih tanjira.

- Zar podovi ne služe da bi se prljali?
Zar kroz cevi uvek ne protiču fekalije?
Zar hrana nije za jelo?

- Ne. Odakle ti to, molim te?
HRANA NIJE ZA JELO!

-Imam ja jedan grad za tebe, možeš da ga preradiš, u njemu već odavno niko ne živi, sem lanadi i veprova.

- Da vidim slike...
Da li si ti svesna koliko je loš pogled?
Pazi onu skalameriju tamo, što je smešna,
a nigde nikakvog mora, hoću more.
Neću da moj grad gleda na neku takvu skalameriju,
neću da ne znam ni na kojoj strani je more.
I koji je ovo jezik, pobogu?

-Imamo i jedan na moru, od nedavno. Hoćeš? Možda je, nekako, jedinstveniji, onako, baš za tebe.

- Da vidim slike...
Da li si ti svesna koliko je ovo novo?
Gotovo od juče, a novo je jadno, novo je bedno,
i sve neke nanesene gomile svega i svačega.
Neću da moj grad bude tako neuredan!
I svugde su neke ćudne žvrljotine,
nađi mi grad gde imaju latinicu.

- ...
Važi, napravićemo još jedan. Sa latinicom. Samo za tebe.

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FOOD IS NOT TO BE EATEN!

- I will build a city nobody will be able to live in, but it will be the most beautiful city in the world!!!
Don't even think you're ever going to see it.
No, don't even think you're ever going to see it.
Do you even understand how much this material cost?
I wouldn't want anyone to dirty up these luxurous floors,
To wander their feces through the golden pipes.
Imagine if someone was eating from these beautiful plates.

- Aren't the floors for getting dirty?
Aren't the pipes for feces, anyway?
Isn't the food there to be eaten?

- No. Where did you get that?
FOOD IS NOT TO BE EATEN!

- I have a city for you, you can work it over, nobody's been living in it for years, but fawns and hogs.

- Let me see the pictures...
Are you aware of how bad the view is?
Look at that gizmo over there, it's so funny,
And there is no sea whatsoever, I want the sea.
I don't want my city to look at such a gizmo,
I don't want to be even unable to determine where's the sea.
And what kind of a language is this, for god's sake?

- We have one by the seaside, since recently. Want that? Perhaps it's more unique, just for you.

- Let me see the pictures...
Are you aware of how new this is?
It looks like yesterday and new is pathetic, new is bad.
And there are so many piles of debris.
I don't want my city to be that messy.
It's full of some strange scribles, too,
Get me a city with Latin alphabet.

Videla sam sve;
jata krvavih golubova
što razbijaju prozore
i udaraju o kredenac.

I tako su pala
paščad u krošnjama.
Tražeći ruku, cvileći.
Korak nazad, pa u zdenac.

Između toga, sve je bilo je lepo;
no trajalo je kratko.

No, negde pod velom,
sakriven je još jedan čin,
kasnije, niz reku.

Nebitno kojim brodom,
negde je još jedan korak,
dalje niz reku.

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Future Down The River

I've seen it all:
Flocks of bloody pigeons,
Breaking the windows,
To smash against the cupboard.

So they did fall,
Dogs in the treetops.
Reaching for hands, they cried.
Step back, then into ravine.

In between those things, it was wonderful,
But it did not last long.

But somewhere under the veil,
There's one more act,
Future down the river.

Dolazio je noću i kad je padala kiša;
jednom, drugi, treći, četvrti, peti put
i onda više nikad nije došao.
Za rođendan mu je poslala vejavicu,
sa željom da se malo isprepada i naguta snega.

No, on je samo rekao sledeće:
"Ova oluja ti nije dovoljno dobra,
nisi je dobro pripremila,
diletantu."

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Dilettante

He'd come at night and when it was raining;
once, twice, three, four, five times,
And no more.
For birthday, she sent him a snowstorm,
So he'd get scared and swallow some snow.