hostniku...

Apologia Laibach

Since when, sons of truth, are you the brothers of night?
What colours your hands with the redness of blood?

The explosion in the night is the flower of woe,
nothing can be jusified by it.
The altar cannot be destroyed,
the altar of lies, that multiplies shapes.

The spotless picture, the painless lights,
the only harbours of the terrible night.

We are the children of the spirit and the brothers of strength,
whose promises are not fulfilled.
We are the black ghosts of this world,
we sing the mad image of woe.

The explanation is the whip and you bleed:

Break the mirror of the world for the hundredth time,-
all your efforts are in vain. We have overcome the night:
our debt has been paid
and the light is ours.


Apologija Laibach

Od kdaj, sinovi resnice, ste bratje noci
Kaj roke vase s krvjo rdeci?

Eksplozija v noci je roza gorja,
Opraviciti z njo se nicesar ne da.
Razbiti mogoce oltarja ni,
Oltarja lazi, ki oblike mnozi.

Brezmadezna slika, brezbolne luci,
edina zavetja srhljivih noci.

Otroci duha smo in bratje moci,
katere obljuba se ne izvrsi.
Smo crni duhovi od tega sveta,
opevamo noro podobo gorja.

Razlaga je bic, in ti krvavis:

Po stotic razbije zrcalo sveta
vas trud je zaman. Presegli smo noc;
nas dolg je poplacan
in nasa je luc.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_XNXkzKY404

my little personal goodbye (untill the next time i'll see u)

it's not love if it's not electric…
that makes nikola tesla don juan
and you don't know what empty means
if u never held her in your lap

as you
i'm just a brave but empty
little tin soldier… broken
but hurt to many times before

so whenever spring will change
snow for leaves…
i won't trade u…

it's allways personal…
if there are 2 persons involved…

i love you… and allways will...
my "closest comming to the stars
on the covers of dreams"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FndFnco9OVw

didn't i my dear...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLJf9qJHR3E

for her...

The soil, that u remember,
When a step represents the world, that u leave behind,
Becomes the horizont in wich u dissapear...

The darker(blodier)...the more fertile
(our soil... at least that's what she used to say)

A step as a mesurement,
That represents time,
A face, torn by years,
Imprinted memories...
Wrinkles on her forehead, cheeks...
Steps as escaping birds...

And her hand, old
Has become soil (in silence)

As hellos to the morning, when the steam rises from the cold ground
Sparcles made of little stones that glow from her eyes...
At night when left alone
I would embrace her... and let her spill inside my heart

I would hug her for the etternity
With sparcles made of memmories

But this moment u're leaving,
As a step cought in the trap of the same soil,
Devoured by the utopian freedom
But your thoughts are still with her...
There... the place u call your home

njej

zemlja, ki se jo spominjash,
ko korak predstavlja svet...
ki ga zapuschash, je obzorje v katerega izginjash...

bolj je chrna (krvava)... bolj je rodovitna...

korak enota, ki predstavlja chas
oblichje, ki razbrazdajo ga leta,
vtisnejo spomine, nagubajo
ji chelo... lice... stopinje kot bezheche
ptice

in njena roka, stara
(je) v tishini zemlja' postala...

pozdravi jutru, ko voda izpareva,
se kamenje sreche iz ochi bleschi
ob vecheru, ko jo pustijo da sameva
bi objel jo, da se v srcu naseli...

rad bi da te stiskam vechno...
v objemu iskrice spominov



a ta trenutek odhajash
kot korak v pasti zemlje.
ko pozhira ga utopichna svoboda
z mislimi pri njej ostajash

memento mori

in long and lasting memory...
will allways love u...

tomazh pengov: "sarkofagi"

intro:



verse 1:



verse 2:



verse 3 + female vocals



verse 4 + female vocals