Listen!
The sweet peals of moonlight-induced lovemaking
On the streets tonight
Listen!
Listen!
The sweet peals of moonlight-induced lovemaking
On the streets tonight
Listen!
The soft purr of motorbikes
Avoided a strike up the night lights
So don't tell me of your troubles
Your emotional grief
Take in the sights, this is shore leave
Don't talk of true love
Unscrew your frown
Enjoy the entertainments of nighttime town
Experience the red rooms
The green tables, the souvenirs
Make memories, haunting or favored
The gallant mist of red blooded chivalry instilled in basic training
By standing in line today you secure a place among the saints
Go get them, son, now your life begins
To die for your country does not win a war
To kill for your country is what wins a war
Don't tell your name, don't ask for hers
In this land of oysters you are the worm
The painless planeness of military life
Resumes tomorrow night
If not for you it would've been cholera, Malaria
Or some eastern disease
Forget about it son, a slap is all you need
We did it all, we seen it all
Worse much worse, son
The massacres of ages
Too many to recall
Limb shredded birds, by the speed they flew off
A souped nothingness, that once was your best friend
Motherless children and temptress widows
The wild, the useless, the dead, the untameable
Shivering fuck, don't stand in the street
You're lucky I don't shoot you on the spot
Our bullets were made for a man like you
The impotent idiots God forgot
Tonight you decide which corner takes residence
Which room lives forever in your mind
But now you're on your own, we don't need men like you
Tonight you decide which corner takes residence
Which room lives forever in your mind
But now you're on your own, we don't need men like you
Private Tristan Bongo hereby: discharged
Slušati!
Slatke ljutnje od mjesečine izazvane ljubavlju
Na ulicama večeras
Slušati!
Mekana motociklima
Izbjegavao udaranje noćnih svjetala
Zato mi nemojte reći o svojim nevoljama
Vaša emocionalna tuga
Uzmite znamenitosti, ovo je obalni dopust
Ne govori o istinskoj ljubavi
Odvijte namršteno
Uživajte u zabavi noćnog grada
Doživite crvene sobe
Zeleni stolovi, suveniri
Napravite uspomene, proganjajući ili favorizirani
Galantna magla crvenokrvne viteštve usadila se u osnovni trening
Stojeći u redu danas osigurate mjesto među svecima
Idi popijte ih, sine, sada tvoj život počinje
Umrijeti za svoju zemlju ne pobjeđuje u ratu
Ubiti za svoju zemlju je ono što pobjeđuje u ratu
Ne govori svoje ime, ne traži njezino
U ovoj zemlji ostrige ste crv
Bezbolna ravnina vojnog života
Nastavlja se sutra navečer
Da nije od vas, to bi bila kolera, malarija
Ili neka istočna bolest
Zaboravi na to sine, šamar je sve što vam treba
Sve smo to učinili, sve smo vidjeli
Još gore, još gore, sine
Masakri starosnih skupina
Previše za prisjećanje
Ptice isjeckane udova, brzinom koju su letjeli
Skinuto ništavilo, koji vam je nekada bio najbolji prijatelj
Djeca bez majke i udovice zaporša
Divlji, beskorisni, mrtvi, neusporedivi
Drhtavo jebote, nemojte stajati na ulici
Sretan si, ne pucam te na licu mjesta
Naši su meci napravljeni za muškarca poput tebe
Impotentni idioti koje je Bog zaboravio
Večeras odlučujete koji kut traje prebivalište
Koja soba živi zauvijek u vašem umu
Ali sada ste sami, ne trebaju nam muškarci poput tebe
Večeras odlučujete koji kut traje prebivalište
Koja soba živi zauvijek u vašem umu
Ali sada ste sami, ne trebaju nam muškarci poput tebe
Privatni Tristan Bongo Ovim: otpušten