Slave to the Rhythm
*(Bora je morao da napije direktora izdavacke kuce da bi je objavio)
O Boze daj mi crni mercedes
sa registracijom malom
da sebe konacno mogu da smatram
zvanicnom budalom.
O Boze daj mi crni mercedes
sa najmanje sestoro vrata
da mirno tresem svoju hvanu
u pepeljaru od zlata.
Napolju djaci i zastavice
i narod pritisnut mukom
sa zadnjeg sedista ne vidim nista
samo odmahujem rukom.
O Boze daj mi crni mercedes
jer to je cudo nad cudima,
lep je nekaznjeno voziti
po cvecu i ljudima.
O Boze daj mi crni mercedes
sa registracijom malom
da sebe konacno mogu da smatram
zvanicnom budalom.
O Boze daj mi crni mercedes
sa najmanje sestoro vrata
da mirno tresem svoju hvanu
u pepeljaru od zlata.
Napolju djaci i zastavice
i narod pritisnut mukom
sa zadnjeg sedista ne vidim nista
samo odmahujem rukom.
O Boze daj mi crni mercedes
jer to je cudo nad cudima,
lep je nekaznjeno voziti
po cvecu i ljudima.
Lotto karamba The Acclamation Of Bonds
Vide
Ravens caw in reverence
Anthems to the Welkin at dusk
In celebration of the few
The kin
Beyond flesh
Beyond words
Those of the core
Beyond gods
As gods received
I float among them
On wings once broken
Now gleaming black
I share their song
Of words unspoken
Cries of the past
In times of fiendish tempest
Bloodlust turns against the coil
Hungry for the fall
I greet the pit
Blind Savage
Cursing Life
Yet, at the moment of my final step
The hands and golden chains are given
Bidding me that which cannot be deprived
The bonds of trust and unity
Till the end
Brethren and sisters of my circle
I acclaim Thee all
When guiding stars are clouded and deranged
Fear not to take my hand
The bonds of trust and unity
As gods received
Till the end