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Ne sem vekje ubava

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lyrics

Не сум веќе убава

Можеби не сум веќе убава
Повеќе не пишувам.
Црни заби, очи уморни
Не го гледаат тоа што ги радува.

Само ветар дува низ вилица,
Прашуваш зошто, ретко зборувам
Може не знам да се борам
А жива сум, и сакам да живеам!

Светот кој го знаев
Денес е приказна недовршена...
Акo сѐ е наше,
Една ноќ носи туѓа тага.

Многу глумци за еден град,
Веќе не знам кому дa верувам
Генерација во сенка,
Губи татко, но доби татковина.

Требаше да останеш подолго,
На почеток секогаш е убаво.
Бадник дојде по Револуцијата.
Заклетвата стана молитва.

Кога е крај, и реката стои.
Храната не мириса,
Сеедно кој е крив,
Кога сонцето не изгрева.

На крај, ја најдовме лежи сама
До креветот, лист со нова заклетва:
„Над земја, Крст и Ѕвезда.
Под земја...
сите тела ...исто заспиваат.“

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I'm Not Pretty Anymore

Maybe I'm not pretty anymore
And I do not write.
Black teeth, tired eyes,
Do not see the world they love.

Only the wind blowing through the jaw,
You wonder why I rarely speak…
Maybe I do not know how to fight.
But I'm alive,
and I want to live!

The world I knew…
Today is an unfinished story.
If all is ours,
One night carry
someone else’s grief.

Too many actors in this city,
I do not know who to believe.
We are generation in shadow
We Lost a father, and got a fatherland.

You should have stayed longer,
The Beginning is always nice.
Christmas came after the Revolution.
The oath became a prayer.

When it’s the end, even the river stands.
The food doesn't smell,
It doesn’t matter who is guilty,
When the sun does not rise.

At the end, we found her alone,
Laying by the bed, a new oath:
"Over the ground,
two graves - Cross and Star.
Under the ground ...
All the bodies …
Fall asleep
in the same way."

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from Politika, released March 14, 2016

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