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Novi singl benda MAJKE "Pozovi Me U Noć"

Goran Bare i Majke - Pozovi me u noć

Zlatni Papagaj

-TV Man-

We are walking on a line
Thin yellow strip through the dark
In which houses disappear
and people
and faces
Whole street
Slowly drowns in ’NO’
Only blue windows hang in darkness
We are alone on a road
You brought your bamboo stick
and a hay bag
and a round stone
and a ring made of glass
and I am as always when you are near
Again shiny and strong
We are so beautiful
We are so alone

We are walking on a line
Thin yellow strip through the dark
Sparse rain starts falling
Cold are the streets
People in their homes follow the program
They sit and they don’t speak
Night is without secrets

Our long shadows 
Have spread out on the wet asphalt
They are for ages
They kiss
They are afraid
They wonder
Wonder

And TV Man
TV Man
He Goes

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Mi hodamo po crti 
Tankoj Žutoj crti kroz mrak 
U kojem nestaju kuće 
i ljudi
i lica 
Čitava ulica polako tone u ’Ne’ 
Samo plavi prozori vise u tami 
Sami smo na cesti 
Ti si ponjela svoj bambusov štap 
i torbu od slame 
i okrugli kamen
i stakleni prsten 
A ja sam ko uvijek kad si blizu 
Ponovo gizdav i jak 
Tako smo lijepi 
Tako smo sami 

Mi hodamo po crti
Tankoj žutoj crti kroz mrak 
Počela je sitna kiša 
Hladne su ulice ljudi 
U domovima prate program 
Oni sjede i šute 
Noć je bez tajni 

Naše duge sjene 
u se pružile niz mokri asvalt 
one su davne 
one se ljube 
one se boje 
one se čude 
čude 

A TVman 
TVman  
On ide


Haustor - TV Man

-Capturers-

How dangerous the afternoon
Smell of oil, smell of sweat
From the distance sound of engines
From the distance sound..

Behind the windows there are guns,  behind the guns there are eyes
Behind the eyes there are hands,  behind hands beats the heart
Baby, don’t  be afraid
I will be there beside you
Baby, don’t be afraid 
I will be there beside you
When the time comes

Infront of the house our people stand ready to fight
Cold barrels just await for the sign
Black boys outside the city started their engines
They leave an inflamed trail

In us time changes
and all are ready to fight for the dream
In us the time changes 
From barricades we will say: No Passaran
When the time comes

Capturers are coming 
They bring us chains
People look at them
They wont let them pass

Now it’s time for that

Now it’s time for..

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Kako opasno popodne
Miris nafte, miris znoja
Iz daljine zvuk motora
Iz daljine zvuk ...

Iza prozora su puske, iza pusaka su oci
Iza ociju su ruke, iza ruku kuca srce
Baby, ne boj se
Ja cu biti tu kraj tebe
Baby, ne boj se
Ja cu biti tu kraj tebe
Kad bude vrijeme za to
Kad bude vrijeme za to ...

Ispred kuce nasi ljudi stoje spremni da se bore
Hladne cijevi samo cekaju znak
Crni momci ispred grada su upalili motore
Oni ostavljaju plameni trag ...

U nama vrijeme se mijenja
I svi su opet spremni da se bore za san
U nama vrijeme se mijenja
Sa barikada reci cemo: No passaran
Kad bude vrijeme za to
Kad bude vrijeme za to
Kad bude vrijeme za to
Kad bude vrijeme za to ...

Sejmeni dolaze
Lance nam donose
Ljudi ih gledaju
Proci im ne daju

U nama vrijeme se mijenja
I svi su opet spremni da se bore za san
U nama vrijeme se mijenja
Sa barikada reci cemo: No passaran
Sad je vrijeme za to
Sad je vrijeme za to
Sad je vrijeme za to
Sad je vrijeme za to

Sad je vrijeme za ...


Haustor - Sejmeni

-Secret City-

There is a secret city
In it no one is hungry

Secret city
In it you are ever healthy and right

Secret city
Come kiss me and get confused

Hey babe,

There is a secret city
Sometimes you can hear him

Secret city
Walks on the tree-line in Fall

Come Mirko, check
If LandRovers work

Or figure out at last
That not even the Boss knows where it is

Because he goes
Because he walks

There is a secret city
Look with your eyes and wonder

Secret city
Hear with your ears and feel

Secret city
Touch with your feet and enjoy

It’s big like an elephant
But not even the Boss knows where it is

Because he goes
Because he walks..

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postoji tajni grad
u njemu nikoga ne mori glad
tajni grad
u njem si čitav život zdrav i mlad
postoji tajni grad
po njemu mirno teku ulice
tajni grad
ajde poljubi me i zbuni se
hey babe
postoji tajni grad
o njem i tu ponekad čuje se
tajni grad
hoda po drvoredu ujesen
daj Mirko proveri
da li su ispravni Landroveri
il shvati napokon
da čak ni gazda ne zna gde je on
jer ide
jer hoda
postoji tajni grad
pogledaj očima i čudi se
tajni grad
poslušaj ušima i osjeti
tajni grad
opipaj nogama i uživaj
velik je kao slon
al čak ni gazda ne zna gdje je on
jer ide
jer hoda


Haustor - Tajni grad

-Shane-

My whole life I dream how I’m leaving down the river
On an old ship that carries salt
That I carry one long, never got-over love 
Long slim cigarette and a pair of golden spurs
That I am Shane

Life on a frontier is dangerous and stiff
But my name from now means Justice
Already I hear a story how behind me rides Death
While I ride red beside the fires on the edge of a town
It is Shane

My whole life I dream how I’m leaving down the river
On an old ship that carries salt
That I carry one long, never got-over love 
Long slim cigarette and a pair of golden spurs
That I am Shane

While I live a life I didn’t choose alone
Of the southern dry winds my soul dreams
I hear the noise of a herd, in the distance I see a city
And thin image of reality becomes thiner

I know that life on a frontier is dangerous and stiff
But my name from now means Justice
On my gray horse now with me rides Death.
Carry me where my everlove already awaits

Get out and fight
In this town there is no room for one of us
Get out and fight
The street is emtpy but from the windows they are watching us
Get out and fight
I will take your life – If you stay I take honour
That is Shane

My whole life I dream how I’m leaving down the river
On an old ship that carries salt
That I carry one long, never got-over love 
Long slim cigarette and a pair of golden spurs
That I am Shane

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Ja cijeli zivot sanjam kako odlazim uz rijeku
Starim parobrodom koji vozi sol
I da nosim jednu davnu, nikad prezaljenu ljubav
Tanku dugacku cigaru i par mamuza od zlata
Da sam Sejn

Zivot na granici je opasan i tvrd
Al' moje ime od sad znaci pravda
Vec cujem pricu kako za mnom jase smrt
Dok jasem crven pored vatri na rubu grada

To je Sejn ...
To je Sejn ...

Ja cijeli zivot sanjam kako odlazim uz rijeku
Starim parobrodom koji vozi skitnice na zapad
I da nosim jednu davnu, nikad prezaljenu ljubav
Tanku dugacku cigaru i par mamuza od zlata
Da sam Sejn
Da sam Sejn

Dok zivim zivot koji nisam birao sam
O suhom vjetru s juga moja dusa sanja
Ja cujem buku stada, vidim u daljini grad
A tanka slika jave postaje sve tanja

Ja znam da zivot na granici je opasan i tvrd
Al' moje ime ovdje od sad znaci pravda
Na mome sivom konju sada sa mnom jase smrt
Vodi me tamo gdje me moja davna draga vec ceka

Izadi i bori se
U ovom gradu nema mjesta za jednog od nas
Izadi i bori se
Ulica je prazna, ali s prozora motre na nas
Izadi i bori se
Uzet cu ti zivot ako ostanes - uzimam cast.

To je Sejn ...
To je Sejn ...

Ja cijeli zivot sanjam kako odlazim uz rijeku
Starim parobrodom koji vozi sol
I da nosim jednu davnu, nikad prezaljenu ljubav
Tanku dugacku cigaru i par mamuza od zlata
Da sam Sejn


Haustor - Šejn

When I pass through the old chestnut neighbourhood
On the former border of Zagreb
I feel completely unready
For what I see there

Just how easy disappeared
Old image of things
This colour isn’t mine
Of another one I know the secret

In another yard saw plays
When we are alone
And sail the ships of paper
In some seductive night
Over us sprout  the treetops of chestnuts
Hidden in the dark
And russian military music plays
From televisors

Tr tr tr tr tr tr tr
Trumpet
I’ll buy me a trumpet
I k k k k k k k k
I will go to Kuba

There is no luscious ladies
From giant bilboards
No one is hungry for bread
And there is no democracy

There is rich who has
Time and smoke
There is accepted with heart
And shared with all

There is lot’s of rum
To cast away the doubts


Haustor - TV Man

Nesma Hamoda

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