Pismo Bratu [English translation]

Dear Milos, i know you won‘t

even read those lines

but often the question bugs me

when I finish roaming around

awake while waiting for the sun-rise

Where are you, where did...

the winds take you away

these verses, written for you

don‘t go out of my mind

kudos to you, how are you ?

i just said to myself that i will write you a couple of words

beneath our firmament

there is just nothing new

As you know

we strived for changes

got exchanges

and now we are wandering around

we are rolling and dirtying ourselves in the mud

Just as yesterday, the reality is beating you

so you just try to save your head

i dashed to university

Paracin got to small for me (town in serbia)

And Belgrade like Belgrade, sometimes a tear

sometimes a smile is brightening my face

i do my thing

and on some weekends

i dash down to my ‚old-guys‘(parents)

The seniors are doing well, from what i know

the same, every day, the same dream

they say, life is hard work

but just give everything you have

Father‘s gaze is losing it‘s focus

he lightens the cigarette, pets his beard

our house doesn‘t have a facade yet

but he says, he doesn‘t lose hope

He asks how I‘m doing there

in the big city, oh, daddy, daddy

I live with a room-mate(female) in a flat

of 26 square-meters

And am roaming alone through a life of mud

I don‘t handle the reality

I don‘t understand it, but still

I smile out of defiance

And then i remember

i have a brother somewhere

over the border, he lives

a new life (lit. writes new pages pages of his life)

And on the hand

there is no rosary anymore

he alienated from his close family

and how wouldn‘t he from his wider relatives

I didn‘t see him

nor hear from him, for about 3-4 year

say, Milos

borders are nothing else

but lines in an atlas

but they are reality

if they go from heart to heart

You now reach out with your hands

to some new sky

to some new sun

your little brother became a MC

he works on an album, goes towards the top

And often dreams about you, back in the days

and our old street

you and me, blabbering and laughing

when in summer you come from Germany

Bring me toys and chocolate

and with a Tomasket (no idea what that is) you dash to the city

I boast in-front of the building

i got this from my brother

And now the clock ticks and the time is flying by

but it still hurts when I remember

it still hurts when I figure it out

that you won‘t ever again want to

That we play together „Robocop“

on the stupid Commodore-64

that you play 2Pac all night to me

until the seniors get pissed off

Hey, do you remember how I

as a small kid was scared of the storm

when i hear those old poplars

that sough, i‘m scared

you say, brother is here, don‘t worry

and it seems to me, it will knock us down

I didn‘t figure out that destiny knows

how to knock us down in different ways

that it knocks down dreams, because people leave

often withouth saying goodbye

often barefaced

they are ashamed of their reflection in the mirror

But I‘m yours and your mine

and I have nothing else to say

dude, blood isn‘t water

be loyal to it

Refren

At least remember sometimes

at least remember sometimes

the days back then

time goes by

time goes by

but the memory lasts

Dear Milos, it‘s bad

I know that it‘s too late already a long time

and the past is what is bugging me

behind the curtain, when i get rid of the clouds

Brother of my aunt, and I loved

you like we were born ones

scarcely waited for the summer that you would come to me,

that I would have an older brother aswell

I remember that day well

when I met you the last time

the summer of 99, full of birds

the fully crowded main street

and you, pushing the buggy

in the buggy your favorite

Little Mina, pretty like an angel

damn, my brother

got stuck with a women

made kids

Little by little, i figure it out

I became an uncle

our eyes meet

nobody says even a word, we stand and are mute

I would tell you so much,

but I just watch

I would throw myself into your arms

but some bad feeling in my heart won‘t let me

And your cold gaze

is tearing me up even today

dude, says just a couple of words and leaves

I got wasted that evening

like an animal, alone, went home

I asked myself hundreds of times

how people

suddenly become alienated

and I reminisced in my head about all my

dreams from when I was little

How I dreamed

that one day maybe

we go together

to a concert of Cypress

I dreamed that one day

you maybe gonna stay here forever

when I dreamed

and then woke up

and figured out that I was stupid.

That‘s the end of the story and everybody

is following his own direction

P.S. kiss your daughter

• Artist:Marčelo
• Album:De Facto