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Bernays Propaganda - Јас
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јас сум совршена машина
престанав да чувствувам
ништо не чувствувам
јас, врвот на синџирот
кој ќе нè прооголта
заслужув жртва
јас сум на врвот
роб, робот, празнина
срце, разум, празнина
толку е длабока
не ја ни чувствувам
ништо не чувствувам
пред мене умираш
вчера првпат видов како те снемува
вчера првпат видов како исчезнуваш
и посакав да те вратам на подобро место
за да имаш бар малку спокој и подобар крај
вчера првпат видов дека те убивам
вчера првпат видов зошто те казнувам
во тебе не најдов злоба, не најдов омраза
не најдов ништо што мене ме убива
јас!!!
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I am a perfect machine
I stopped feeling
I feel nothing
I am the top of the chain
that will swallow us
I've earned a sacrifice
I am at the top
a slave, a robot, emptiness
a soul, reason, emptiness
it's so deep
I don't even feel it
I feel nothing
you're dying in front of me
yesterday for the first time I saw you disappear
yesterday for the first time I saw you vanish
and I wished to return you to a better place
so that you have at least some peace and a better end
yesterday for the first time I realized I was killing you
yesterday for the first time I saw why I was punishing you
I found no malice in you, I found no hate
I found nothing that's killing me
I!!!
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зачувајте неколку мои капки крв
да напишат епитаф
предвреме се збогував
зачувајте неколку капки крв
наздрави со нив
за животот кој прекина
чашата нека биде мојот ковчег
оваа вечера - погреб
во вашите тела лежи мојот гроб
мојата крв нека е мастило црвено
насликај ме со неа, имав лик
денот кога се родив запишете го
проклет е!
видов светлина и станав "смрт"
зачувајте неколку капки солзи
да ве потсетат на очите
кои ги потопи сопствената крв
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save a few drops of my blood
to write an epitaph
I said goodbye too soon
save a few drops of my blood
toast with them to life
that ended
let the glass be my coffin
this night - my funeral
in your bodies, my grave is
let my blood be red ink
paint me with it, I had a face
the day I was born, write it down
cursed be the day!
I saw the light and became "death"
save a few drops of my tears
to remind you of the eyes
drowned in their own blood
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når de setter maskiner over liv
når lidelse og død er industri
når vi knuser maskiner
når vi brenner deres løgner
brenner håpet om at alle skal bli fri
vi varmer bare opp
(les skrifta på veggen)
vi varmer bare opp
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when machines are above life
when their industry is suffering and death
when we break their machines
when we burn down their lies:
a burning hope that all shall be free
we’re just warming up
(read the writing on the wall)
we’re just warming up
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a real man needs to dominate
and to penetrate in bed and on his plate
a real man needs a piece of meat
someone turned into something to beat, fuck, eat
like Zeus had Metis
he will have his prey
at the meat market, at the rape rack
it’s just another day
but I pray that there may come a day
some day
when there’ll be no more
just another day
a new man steps up to the plate
ready to relate and cooperate
you don’t have to be a dick
just because you have one
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