Na krovu / Up On The Roof

! This post was written long ago. What you're reading is not necessarily how I feel about things in 2016. This blog was started by an 18-year-old in 2001. Please, keep that in mind before you freak out.

I assume everyone who has been the head of something, willingly, unwillingly, accidentally or intentionally is proud of it. However, in extreme cases, it has its downsides and they're worrying.

As an army general, you'll be the one going to the court if the war turns out to be a genocide. As a captain, it is moral for you to sink together with your ship and lay on the death bed with her, or at least it used to be so. As an editor of, I don't know, a porn mag, you're assumed to be more deviant than your writers and photographers. As the owner of a restaurant, you're assumed to be the fattest. As the selector of the national team, you're assumed to be the biggest football freak in your country. Whatever happens, whether you want it or not, it's your fault more than anyone else's....even if it actually isn't.

In addition to that, in all of the above examples, you're usually perceived by others as someone who's like: "Yeee-haaw, let's go to the war, I'm all about the war, WARWARWAR.", "I live, breathe, eat and drink football. Gooooaaaal!", "Everything I see is porn and I find porn in anything...look, that's a phalic shape and a could-be-nasty word next to it! Tee-hee!" or "I'm the fattest person in this area and proud of that. Burp!" In most cases, that actually is true.

What happens when it isn't? What happens if you're a children's doctor who happens to run a family restaurant as well? What happens if you're a talented writer who happens to be an editor of a porn mag? What happens if, despite all the wars you've been in, you wouldn't hurt a fly?

And what does the war itself think of a general? Did the war want such a general to win it? Was such a general good enough to win the war or a total disgrace?

What does the food think about the person serving it to people? Does the food mind being served that way or would it want to be served differently?

Can the ball you're kicking accross the green court bite you, despise you and launch itself straight into your stomach because it would only be natural to assume you're going to love it?

Dear restaurant visitors, porn mag readers, army, football team on one and dear food, ball, war itself, porn...let's take it to the roof. Let's go back in time and take it to the roof. We'll twist history here, too; but who cares?

Na krovu

Imaš tačno ovoliko vremena da kažeš to što želiš,
brojaću ti svaku sekundu,
jer nemamo mnogo vremena,
svako će dobiti svoje parče
i to je to.

Znam da sam kao i svi ostali,
jer svima crtaš ista lica i odeću,
svima urezuješ iste linije u dlanove,
u svima vidiš iste namere i ideje,
u svima vidiš iste lažne osmehe,
ali razmisli, da li je baš stvarno tako?
Ja mogu i bez ove uniforme,
ja mogu i bez ove maske,
ne bojim se.

Ne bojim se visine,
ne, ne bojim se visine,
bojim se dubine,
ona je neiscrpna,
i nepromenljiva,
ma šta god ti na to rekao.

Vidi, ode ti još jedan robot...
pravo u plameno grotlo!
Baš i nisu pouzdani!

Ne bojim se da govorim,
ne, ne bojim se da govorim,
bojim se ćutanja,
ono je večno,
tišina je užas,
i ostavlja pogrešan utisak.

Vidi, ode ti još jedan robot...
pravo u plameno grotlo!
Baš i nisu pouzdani!

Ne bojim se da volim,
ne, ne bojim se da volim,
bojim se gorčine,
ona je neoprostiva,
i teško se zasladi,
a ti si mi nešto gorak.

Hoćeš da skočim?
Čekaj malo,
a zar ne treba da se razlikujem?
Od kad je odjednom problem
što nisam od tih koji skaču
kad im kažeš kako da skoče?

Jao da...sad mi je jasno!
Oni su ovde samo da bi
rekli da su bili ovde
i to će ih držati celog života.
E, mene ne bi.
Mene neće.

Vidi, ode ti još jedan robot...
i još jedan...
i još jedan...
i još jedan...

Da li si poludela?
Ne šutiraj ih u grotlo!
Kakav si ti to komandant?
I prošlo je zakazano vreme.

Jeste, prošlo je
no oboje smo i dalje ovde
gore na krovu,
je l' tako?

__________________________________

Up On The Roof

You have this amount of time to say what you want
I will count every single second
Because we don't have much time,
Everyone gets a piece,
And that's it.

I know, I'm like everyone else
You picture us all in identical clothes,
You carve us all the same lifelines,
You assume we have same ideas and intentions,
You see the same fake smiles in all,
But think about it, is it really so?
I can do without this uniform,
I can do without this mask.
I'm not afraid.

I'm not afraid of heights,
No, I'm not afraid of heights,
I'm afraid of the depths,
They're bottomless
And unchanging,
Regardless of what you say.

Look, there goes another of your robots...
Straight into the raging fire,
They aren't really worth relying on.

I'm not afraid to talk,
No, I'm not afraid to talk,
I'm afraid of not talking,
It's eternal,
Since is horror,
And it gives a wrong impression.

Look, there goes another of your robots...
Straight into the raging fire,
They aren't really worth relying on.

I'm not afraid to love,
No, I'm not afraid to love,
I'm afraid of bitterness,
It's unforgivable,
And hard to sweeten up,
And you seem somewhat bitter.

Want me to jump?
Wait a bit there,
Aren't I supposed to differ?
I'm not of the jumping kind
I won't jump if you say jump,
Since when has that been a problem?

Oh yes...it's clear to me now!
They're here only so
They could say they were here,
And that will keep them happy,
Well, it wouldn't keep me happy.
It won't keep me happy.

Look, there goes another of your robots...
And another...
And another...
And another...

Have you gone mad?
Don't push them into fire!
What kind of a commandeer are you?
And your limited time's up!

Yes, it is up,
But we're both still here
Up on the roof,
Aren't we?

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *