On this burning night there will be no pressure from the sky
Invited on the grass tonight we come togethger
On the metal roof a flood of sinergy (or however you spell sinergija)
(not sure about this line)
No matter how much money
No matter which substance
Nobody warns
Debauch is a protocol
Our palms are sweating
The nois is boiling in the heat
On top my stars
Are cooling down the boiling water on the ground
Theres not enough not enough not enough disco minimal
There is not enough crap and rules
So the ilegal wouldn’t wouldn’t wouldn’t starve
Here at the border is no control and no criteria
Untill the done a scream of action
Untill the done physics
The wings are real its not a fantasy
Lifts a layer of oxygen
Rises the power within us
Someone stop the time for us!
A hugged complexion of energy is melting (dunno what kovrte means)
Unknowingly the eye gets white pupils
Theres not enough not enough not enough disco minimal
There is not enough crap and rules
So the ilegal wouldn’t wouldn’t wouldn’t starve
Here at the border is no control and no criteria
Translated by: Lunchbox
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DOMINE
Into a red town spills the smell
Smell of the wild roses
She’s cleverly selling her nose *
And the rest below
Unconsciously he forgot about the surroundings
And everything that’s supposed to be in him
The thought/vision of something that’s about to happen **
Is killing his thoughts of the bitter parts
For the ballast they’re pulling down the dominoes
The salt on the edge of libido
The forbidden meat was for encore
Well, it’s not, it’s not just like that
For the pride they’re pulling down the dominoes
The force shakes the hard ground
Pure Mystique ***
The lights washes dark in the morning
Refreshes up the city
In the new dimension tears conscience
Planted in the sin
Moves the hear from the left side as low as possible
It hurts numbly when it hits the ground
The vision/thought of what has been
Has broken the man and the beauty he had
For the ballast they’re pulling down the dominoes
The salt on the edge of libido
The forbidden meat was for encore
Well, it’s not, it’s not just like that
For the pride they’re pulling down the dominoes
The force shakes the hard ground
Pure Mystique
* It’s relating on the most common interpretation of the lyrics, which tells that it’s about prostitution or at least cheating. So ”she” is the prostitute.
** the word ’predstava’ here is not used as ’performance’
*** the word ’gola’ can mean either ’naked’ or ’pure’ - in Slovenian language the verse ’gola Mistika’ can be an interesting word game - it can be interpreted in two different ways - ’pure mystique’ (the man has no control over him-self anymore) or also ’naked Mystique’, (’Mystique’ could be the name of the prostitute).
Translated by: Lunchbox & Rea
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IL A MODRAS
Knowledge
Raw material for the engine
It’s coded, and a click causes chaos and terror
Bizzarity
Became a necessity
It’s hard to tell a bitch from a dirty lady
Gunfire
Part of every street
Part of a murderous criticism
Aiming to destroy
The blue cradle is dying more and more
Our sense is dying more and more
What will we tell them when they come?
Has this minute already been
The sea
Is obviously sad
The tears it gathered, it soaked into the ground
The sun
It fights for its daughter
But it chokes her unintentionally with its strong embrace
Atom
A little part of it all
We split in two
Into the force of the mushroom of evil
The blue cradle is dying more and more
Our sense is dying more and more
What will we tell them when they come?
Has this minute already been?
Promises are of no use
There is no joy to spill on these
Ancient gentlemen
He was alone, he was a stranger
Without clothes, far from the gray flies
He always dances when I fall asleep
The blue cradle is dying more and more
Our sense is dying more and more
What will we tell them when they come?
Has this minute already been?
Translated by: Raven
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MR. Q
Alongside the white bear
In a peaceful morning, an old man is drinking
Knowing something we need for so long
His face wrinkled from laughter
With his mind far away from (empty of) fraud
His voice, he uses only to sing
Far away from the wild machines
Far away from the evil system
For him disappeared time and property
From the edge of the white bay
I watch for a long time
The air fills me very slowly
“Good morning Mister Q.
I admire you with fear”
“I know, fear is here so that you won’t be...”
Translated by: Raven
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NEZNANO/UNKNOW
Smoke rises above the white sheets
Where is the clear ground to drink air from?
All that eyes can see is an evil image in the dark
Savages are afraid of catching the fairy of a dream
Unknown power “objesta”
The unknown gives them fear
When devils are being killed
The hands and the voice shake
The wolves are waking up
Wild lust is waking up
Don’t need promisess, just an honest face
Lard the urban evil without pain hurts
When the myth bends to those that don’t know
A dragon draws a little shadow, when the sun reaches the end of the zenith
That’s not a vampire; I’ve caught a glimpse of a candlelight in the palm of my hand
Unknown power “objesta”
The unknown gives them fear
When devils are being killed
The hands and the voice shake
The wolves are waking up
Wild lust is waking up
Don’t need promisess, just an honest face
The bottom can’t be seen, he doesn’t dare jump into the water
The bottom can’t be seen, he’s afraid he can’t swim
Let it deceive us
The unknown gives also magic – an invisible gift
Unknown power “objesta”
The unknown gives them fear
When devils are being killed
The hands and the voice shake
The wolves are waking up
Wild lust is waking up
Don’t need a promise, just an honest face
Just an honest face
Translated by: Raven
Corrected by: Rea
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HOMO CARNULA
I sleep restlessly covered with straw
with holes in shoes
Hungry from crumbles
Ridicule by all
I sing voiceless with her
torn accordion
Guiltly but warmly
Ridicule by all
Next the world will turn
In group of rich glamour I’ll find myself
Have you ever scent perfume
that floats from the others
The wish to stand with them shoulder to shoulder
paled in dark
I’ll stay there where I began
Beyond the ruck
Squeezed among weed
But I won’t stand
I sleep restlessly sweated in silk
Surfeit with abundant cuisine
Replete with taxes and tired of tariffs
How can I be influential
when I’m the object of ridicule
This time for good voice
I would give away all emotions from books
Change work for inspiration
How can I be influential
when I’m always object of ridicule
Next the world will turn
In group of rich glamour I’ll find myself
Have you ever scent perfume
that floats from the others
The wish to stand with them shoulder to shoulder
paled in dark
Translated by: riot
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PLASTIKA / PLASTICS
Self proclaimed mini god
Polishes gestures rehearses his style
Well, spontaneous about humour but partially rigid
To some to some
He sells a piece of advice about beautiful looks
Masterotype is watching you
But he’s making a breath
But he is making a gene for a fatal dance
But it seems what
they are doing is only just plastics
It is an interesting trip
When he sees a trail from under the wing
It is interesting how ice is screwing him
Some of them some of them
Standing smiling they are smoothing their legs
They are brought down by astrocrack
A swindle would fill the elite with a scandal
We prefer ladies of dreams of golden piccole amore
A swindle would flow down the elite’s throat
We’ll score our owns piccole amoras
It is the mind that’s to be blamed it is the noise to be blamed
It is a long lasting encounter
Solid ice grows ever more heated
The wings all ruptured
The crisis burns ashes
Masks have fallen to the ground
A swindle would fill the elite with a scandal
We prefer ladies of dreams of golden piccole amore
A swindle would flow down the elite’s throat
We’ll score our owns piccole amoras
Translated by: Outcast
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TRIA
I find all these units of affluence for us
But a piece of the whole is missing
That fulfils my self
Wild and unique is the ritual
And when the night lifts the fog
It will burn
And then as we were fire
The power turns off the light
In the subconsciousness the instinct is written
That takes over us
You’d like to concieve in rain
Or on the Moon above
You’d like to be like in a dream
Without the pain and burdens
Like the feather floats in the air
You’d dance like that in the dark
That would glow
And then as we were fire
The power turns off the light
In the subconsciousness the instinct is written
That takes over us
And as we were fire
The power turns off the light
The instinct is always awaken
That takes over us
I’m choosing the colors for her
A little light makes it happen
Put down that costume, and invite to a dance
And then as we were fire
The power turns off the light
When the eye opens
A feather is floating in the air
Translated by: Raven
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DISCO DELUXE
Disco Deluxe
No waves, no reefs when sirens sing
And drown her in a dry brook
And may the winter turn in May
It’s all like a feather in puppet’s hands
There aren’t many crows to shoot
For peace and idyll
As long as we’re carefree
In the nature is paradise
Not all were given a special gene
Which rejects rottenness
As long as we’re carefree
In the nature is paradise
In the magnificent space a new hotel is being built
A nice view of the bay, all wrapped in green
It’s all lightened up and immune on dynamite
I’d recommend it to all, who have burnt through
There aren’t many crows to shoot
For peace and idyll
As long as we’re carefree
In the nature is paradise
Not all were given a special gene
Which rejects rottenness
As long as we’re carefree
In the nature is paradise
I’m looking at your sharp words and foam,
That’s slipping from the edge of your mouth
I see your thoughts and greed
I don’t believe I’ve been talking to the wall
Which is also turning pale
Sooner or later it will break down (go wrong)
There aren’t many crows to shoot
For peace and idyll
As long as we’re carefree
In the nature is paradise
Not all were given a special gene
Which rejects rottenness
As long as we’re carefree
In the nature is paradise
Translated by: Rea
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BREZOKOFF / WITHOUT CHAINS
What do you get by summing all the rules
What do you get by deviding of the basis
And when they forbid alot to us
All that philosophy gives in (crushes)
The mighty winds are taring down the planet
All that is digital is provokes our mirages
If we deal with it from the root of it
Let the nabriti* (sly) robots bleach their heads
While the rest of us rather
Sail now in the center of those winds
And the mad tifunes
We are sailing nicely in the middle of those winds
And watching the show
Let everyone be noble
Pure and without the chains
No need to complicate
Simple is enough
Now we are sailing nicely in the middle of the winds
The raging tifunes
We are sailing nicly in the middle of the winds
Long screws are unscrewing
We stay here unchanged
They removed the sharp thorns
And punished the red-necks with them
How nice it is to see whats become out of this
Now we are sailing nicely in the middle of the winds
The raging tifunes
We are sailing nicly in the middle of the winds
We are sailing nicely in the middle of all winds
We are sailing nicely in the center of all winds
The raging tifunes
We are sailing nicely in the middle of these winds
Now we are sailing nicely in the middle of the winds
The raging tifunes
We are sailing nicly in the middle of the winds
Here we can
Now we are sailing nicely in the middle of the winds
The raging tifunes
We are sailing nicly in the middle of the winds
*The word ’nabriti’ means something like ’zviti’, ’prebrisani’, so I think, that the appropriate English word would be ’sly’ or something.
Translated by: Lunchbox
Additions: Rea