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Mrak (Darkness)
by Marchelo de Facto

Original lyrics copied from Svaštara Muzika

Translated manually.


Hladnoća. Mrak. Drhtaj. Strah.
Sapet. Nag. Krhak. Sam.
Dok, na patosu - blato svud,
kašljem mulj, a maštom zvuk
tutnji i seća na grub udarac tup,
već narednog časa, evo, budim se tu... tu?
Gde je to "tu", gde sam sad?
Besan sam, a svestan da nemam trag
kud van iz bezdana.
Pokrenuh um...a kosti? Čini se, sve su tu - i bole.
Prisilna igra: tišina kida mislima krila, dok tonem.

Sekundi. Večnost. Grč. Noge.
Pokušaj. Žmarci. Ništa. I opet.
Malo bolje. Ali ne...ne mogu još, ne..ne dovoljno.
Klecanje. Mučni napor, zamor, znoj.
Zamalo. Još malo. Izdrži...! Napokon!
Čini mi se sada sušta moć samo stajati uspravno!
"Ustasmo!" - s uzdahom, rekoh nogama svojim, a uzdah moj
primih u uši s užasom: prostor mi ehom vraća bol, i tada shvatam kob:
zatvoren, zarobljen negde - zašto je tako, i gde je
zatvor što sablasno nem je, kavez, moj usud i čemer?
K'o u snu breme - ono kada ne možeš da trčiš,
ono kada ne možeš da bežiš, i skamenjen ječiš.

U taj čas - tresnu me svetlo, snežno belo,
padoh mu u naručje zlo, nežno, slepo...
Kada podigoh kapke - svuda, desno, levo,
gore, dole oko mene je od stakla veo!
Prostor ceo - od ogledala satkan!
Niotkuda otvora, prozora ni vrata!
Na ivici snaga, maglovito shvatam
da u mene pilje bolne oči sa svih strana...
Ogledala! ...svi zidovi, patos, plafon...
O, gledam vas, kriva lica plove strahom...
K'o da mi sudi bezbroj mojih pogleda, sve je ja, znam,
svi se bojimo, strepimo gde je kraj naš...
Mrak!

Odjednom, huk ruši muk.
Zvuk grubi ubi mi sluh.
Da stupim - kud bih, kad tlu preti potres? Preki poče sud!
Drhte zidovi, tavan - i bezbroj mojih glava,
sablasni roj grimasa, hrli meni - krv mi ledi, shvatam tada
kakva je to zamka: prostor se skuplja, a kad
zgužva se skroz do kraja - zdrobiće me, to mi žele, sad znam!
Nada da ipak sanjam postade bleda i tanka:
stižu mi, nema spasa- smrviće me, nemam kud i tačka!

I baš u taj čas, šansa... u patosu je rupa!
Svest posta budna: shvatih, svetlo u sobi je stiglo otuda!
Sudba mi nudi uzmak, vratih osmeh za uzvrat.
Al' me njena ruka gruba tresnu već sledećeg sekunda, jer
rupa nema dna, nema dna, ne vidi se, nema ga!
Ako skočim, ni pod razno ne mogu preživeti taj pad! I šta sad?
Ovog sveta sav strah spoznah u trenu kad jak
osećaj gadnog kraja dade mi znak da skočim u taj kanal...

Prštanje stakla... sada više nema natrag.
Kotrljam se kroz sluzav, ljigav tunel bez kraja...
Ta tama grize oko ispod kapka, gmiže kožom, hitro stapa me
s mrtvilom mraka, gnjecavo crnilo vlada...
Padam... i padam... i plačem... i padam...
i najzad... eto kraja.. svetlo! Nada?
Izleteh i premreh i tresnuh o belo
- da li spas, il' opelo? Samo led, dušom celom.
I tad videh, shvatih, teško verovah javi:
moje lice, sasvim bledo, poput oblaka se nadvi nada mnom,
bedno malim, što je iskašljan na taj zid wc-šolje,
zbunjen vapim, hoću gore da se vratim...
I stidim se i gadim, jer sad mi je jasno sasvim
da bejah u svojoj glavi, da sam ispljuvan vani...
Ispovraćao sebe iz sebe, već se u dnu šolje davim...
Onaj nad šoljom - bivši ja - drhti, stenje i žvali.

Bol... kakav to gnev moj
čini da svest boj vodi za presto nad sobom?
I sve što bio sam pre tog trena - nije vredno,
al' sad je svejedno. Ja nisam ja.
Mrak... kakav to gnev moj
čini da svest boj vodi za presto nad sobom?
I sve što bio sam pre tog trena - nije vredno,
i dok s jedom gledam svoje lice bedno tu iznad...

Čitav bazdi na vinjak, zvera u ništa, a ipak
nije sam u kupatilu, neko ili nešto je tamo, iza...
neka sena... nije jedna... to su čovek i žena,
tapšu mu ramena, tad napregnuh oka polusnena,
i poznah ta lica tuđa, grozna što ga teraju da odmah
pusti vodu da skončam, kao otpad. Ona je
Sociofobija, on je 21. Vek, oni su
došli po njega, oni ga lažu da znaju lek! NE!
Ne budi glup, oni žele samo ljušturu,
samo olupinu, ljusku smušenu, bezličnu, skrušenu,
srušen duh, uvek tuđ sebi samom,
budeš gluv, venčan s tamom,
ne daj me, ne daj se, lažu te, molim te, slušaj me! Ne!

Ali već je kasno, on je zavaran bajkom
- da sve će biti krasno čim ga prime u to carstvo,
gde nema bola, gde savest nije patrola,
gde si lišen mozga, gde si ponosni vlasnik bar-koda.
On pušta vodu.
Poslednjim pogledom oka, vidim kako ga pohotno ljube,
ona je već gola...
Orgijaju, skaradno slave, prodiru u njega...
On je balav i prazan i srećan i oslobođen svega.
Mrak...

English Version

Darkness

Cold. Darkness. Shiver. Fear.
Bound. Naked. Fragile. Alone.
While, on the floor - mud everywhere,
I cough sludge, through my imagination sound
roars and I remembers the harsh blow blunt,
and the next moment I awake here... here?
Where is that "here", where am I now?
I'm angry, but aware that I have no clue
anywhere out of the abyss.
I start my mind... and bones? Apparently, all are here - and they hurt.
Forced game: silence tears wings of my thoughts, while I sink.

Seconds. Eternity. Cramp. Legs.
Try. Goosebumps. Nothing. And again.
Slightly better, but no... I cannot yet... not enough.
Kneeling. The agony of effort, fatigue, perspiration.
Almost. Some more. Keep holding on...! Finally!
It seems to me a power just to stand up straight!
"We arise!" - with a sigh, I said to my legs, and sigh my
I have received in my ears with horror: the space gives pain with echo,
and then I realize bane:
closed, trapped somewhere - why is it so, and where is
prison that's eerily silent, cage, my fate bitter?
Like in a dream burden - when you can not run,
when you can not flee, and squeel petrified.

At that moment - slapped by light, snow white,
I fell into its arms evil, gentle, blind...
When I raised my eyelids - everywhere, right, left,
up, down around me is the glass veil!
The entire space - a mirror composed!
Nowhere openings, windows or doors!
On the brink of power, I vaguely understand
That to me glare eyes from all sides...
Mirrors! ... all the walls, the floor, the ceiling...
Oh, I see you, distorted face, floating in fear...
As if I'm judged by countless of my glares, all is I, I know,
We're all afraid, of what our end is...
Darkness!

Suddenly, the noise of shattering silence.
Rough sound kills my hearing.
To walk - where to, when the ground quakes? Evil court has started!
Trembling walls, ceiling - and a myriad of my head,
eery swarm of ghostly faces, rushes to me - my blood freezes, then I understand
what kind of trap: a place collapses, and when
it folds all the way - They'll smash me, they wish it to want me, now I know!
Hope you still I dream became pale and thin:
They're upon me, no escape. I'll be smashed, I'm stuck, period!

And just at that moment, a chance ... the hole in the flor!
Awareness awakes: I realized, the light in the room came from there!
Fate offers me a retreat, I smile to her in return.
But her rough hand slappes me but the next second, because
Hole has no bottom, no bottom, you can't see it, there is none!
If I jump, there is no way I'll survive this fall! And now what?
All the fear of this world I knew in an instant when strong
feeling of nasty end gave me a sign to jump in the tunnel...

Explosion of glass... no going back now.
I roll through the mucous, slimy tunnel with no end ...
The darkness, bites the eye below the lid, skin crawling, quickly melts me
with the dead of dark, soggy blackness is all...
Falling... and falling... and I cry... and I fall...
and finally... the end .. light! Hope?
Launched and frozen and smacked on white
Whether the rescue, or requiem? Only the ice, on whole soul.
And then I saw, I realized, I could hardly believe:
my face, very pale, like a cloud stood over me,
pitifully small, coughed out on the wall of toilet,
confused crying out, I want to get back ther ...
I am ashamed and disgusted, because now I understand completely
that I been in my head, that I've been spat out...
Vomited myself from myself, in the bottom of the toilet drowning...
One over the toilet - that once was I - shivering, groaning and gags.

Pain... what kind of anger
makes my awareness lead the fight for the dominion over itself?
And all that I was before that moment - worthless,
but it does not matter now. I'm not me.
Darkness... what kind of anger
makes my awareness lead the fight for the dominion over itself?
And all that I was before that moment - worthless,
and with resentment I watch my miserable face above...

He reeks of brandy, peers to nothing, and yet
He's not alone in the bathroom, someone or something is there behind...
some shadow ... not one ... they are man and women,
patting his shoulder, then I strained eyes half-asleep,
and knew the faces terrible, foreign, that force him to immediately
flush, for me to end up as waste. She is
Sociophobia, he is the 21st century, they've
come for him, they lie to him that they have the cure! NO!
Do not be stupid, they want only the shell,
just a wreck, a shell muddled, shapeless, rueful,
destroyed spirit, always alien to himself,
deaf, crowned with darkness,
do not let me, do not give up, they lie, please listen to me! No!

But it's too late, he's bewitched with the tale
- that everything will be great as soon as they let him in that realm,
where there is no pain, where conscience is not patrol
where you are deprived of the brain,
where are you the proud owner of a bar-code.
He flushes.
With my last sight, I see how they lustfully kiss him,
she's already naked...
They orgy, obscenely celebrate, penetrate into him ...
And he is slobbering, empty, happy, and free from everything.
Darkness...

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