asking for Marcelo - Sveti Bes translation

Please, I want to understand this
Njen duh je slobodan.
Sa drugom decom, rucicama od blata,
zeli da dohvati Sunce, i zagrli, k`o brata.
Ono joj sapuce tajne o zemlji iza ogledala...
"Ako u bajku verujes, nije se uzalud ispredela!
Duga je tvoja pruga! S druge strane ceka vise od cupa!
Tvoje oci su krila. Vode te svuda!
Dodirni dlanom grudi. Nije to srce sto kuca, ne ne...
To snovi stidljivo kuckaju spolja, da ih pustis unutra!
Tvoji prsti su kistovi! Oboji ljude sto se boje
da kroz temperament od crne tempere uzdahnu polen i ponovo
se rode
-tad ce imati pogled voden...oprosti mi. Nacrtat ces sebi osmeh
opet.
Hiljade svitaca u ovoj veceri su tvoji fenjeri!
Tako je lako leteti kad dete si! Nek lebde sni,
preko zaspalih ulica! Kisna muzika nocas bira da budes ta
sa notama rosnim u kosi...navuci kostim od tila, i vec si plava vila.
Pogledom ozivljavas lutka, sledeceg sekunda tvoj Meda ti kaze
"Cekao sam te!Vodim te gde neznaju jecaje!"
Skok visoko iznad krova - eto vas na repu zvezde,
on sapicom cepa nebo..."Kuda me vodis, Medo?
ne vidim te, ludice...oblaka pune trepavice...
Stani! Vidim zeravice...il` to ljudima svetli lice?
Stotine, stotine ljudi... lete ka nama...
na celu povarke - ono su tata i mama!"
...poput vetra laka, koktel smeha i placa,
koraca ka njima, blistavo kakva nikad nije bila,
i sad im prosta sto su otisli... ovde je toliko lepse!
Sve je od srca i pesme! Al` odjednom, sve se trese...!
Iza planina, pomalja se ruzna glava Dzina...
Svi ljudi oko nje postaju ljudi od dima i nestaju!
Ostaju sama ...i tad u ulicu zlog Dzina
prepoznaju lice svog strica... i na komade puca slika...!

1.strofa:
Staklici razbijene maste zarivaju joj se u oci,
peku je, i najzad vidi isto sto i svake noci:
ogromno telo nad njom, dahtanje s mirisom rakije,
hrapavi jezik od kojeg se jezi i svuda je!
Lepljivi znoj... i bol... i ta stvar!
Mac sto sjece sve cedno u njoj!
... prljavi prsti u njenim ustima...
...drhtaj u butinama...
Ona vristi u sebi, rucicu pruza ka Medi, al` hoce li je cuti sada?
Od suza ga nevidi jasno, a tako strasno boli je!
"Uzmi me, Medo, Medice moj, vodi me, molim te...!"
Al` nemi lutak ravnodusno gleda staklenim ocima...
Srce se izgubilo ispod plisa, utonulo u nista!
O zidovi dobuju samo stricevi uzdasi i kisa...
I noc je gluva... i sve od spolja guta tisina...

Refren:
Sveti bes. Moje sve. Moja bol. Moj celi svet.
Sveti bes... i sta je greh? Posle il` pre,
po svoje vraca se.

2.strofa:
Pedeset mu je godina. Dok napolju oluja besni, sedi u fotelji,
lista knjigu, sad je na pesmi - "Gavran".
u pesmi pominje se samac, zamah krila i noc.
Zloslutna ptica sto je samcu jedini gost.
Noc kao ova. Samac kao on.
Ali, gavran...gavran samo je u pesmi toj,
samo ludost, to stvarno ne moze biti... ma, ne...
Prijatno pucketa kamin, on nastavlja vino piti.
U taj cas, zakuca neko. Covek se strese.
Magla mu je nekog dovela, k`o gavrana iz pesme.
Premda za drustvom ne cezne, ipak otvara vrata
i pred njima ugleda mladica satkanog od mraka,
Crni mantil, duga kosa, tamne oci i bes,
te oci koje mu se zabadaju ravno u svest...
On htede nesto da kaze, al` mu zafalise reci tad.
...sevnu munja, kad i mladiceva pesnica.
Jos jedna. Pa jos jedna. Covek se nadje na podu.
Dok skupa sa mladicem jeza i tama usetase u sobu.
Covek na sebi oseti nogu i pogled s visine,
i tada bespomocno kriknu... Ti, prokleti kurvin sine...!"
I to bese varnica, strela u mladicevo srce...
Ko zna zasto, on vrisnu i navali coveka da tuce
krvnicki, demonski, bez milosti, cime i gde stigne!
...covek pljuje krv, urlici se gube ispod cizme...
Onog trena kada mu nasloni pistolj na slepocnicu,
covek shvati da mladic nema kocnicu... i da je kraj...
Dok kaslje sopstvene zube, pokusava da pita "zasto?"...
...al` mladic sam progovori, i bese jasno...
Kako ti se svidja da budes s ove strane straha?
Tebi, koji si sejao strag? Kako ti je sada?
Da li ti se vrti film? Sve sekvence kad je mucis,
i kadar kad ti je dosadila pa je vise ne zelis u kuci?
Slika nje same na ulici, dok je slomljeno nebo lilo?
Ti... ti, bednice... ne znas sta je posle bilo!
Nisam ja kurvin sin! Ja sam sin stotine bednika,
takvih poput tebe, sto su joj bili nada jedina
da nekako izdrzava sebe, a potom i sina...
Za sitan novac - zenska toplina uz casu jeftinog vina...
Na kraju je dokusurila sida. Al` ima i veci bol:
da se rodis sa sidom! Ajde zamisli to!
Rodio sam se sa hiv-om, al` cu umreti s osmehom.
Ovo je tvoj kraj. Ti zavrsavas mojom osvetom.

Tupo "klik", tajac, pa jedan urlik u prazno
. kao sto je i pistolj bio prazan, smesi se mladic u tamnom.
"Sad si samo senka, jadnice. Nisavan pred strahom.
Dzelat tebi necu biti ja - vec zivot. Zvaces ga kaznom."
... i tad na svetlu blesnu igla sa sprica,
sto ga lagano izvuce iz dzepa mladic mracnog lica,
zari ga sebi u venu i bez zurbe istoci sok mrznje,
kapi svetog besa sto njime oduvek struje,
sablasno se osmehnu, napolju sevnu, on mu zabi spric u vrat,
ubrizga svoju krv. I to bese sah-mat.
Mladic otseta u mrak i ostase samo uzdasi strica.

...al` noc je gluva. I sve od spolja guta tisina.



^.^ Thank you so much for your help!!!

Her spirit is free.
Along with the other children, with her arms from mud
she wants to reach the Sun, and hug it as a brother.
It whispers her secrets about the world behind the mirror...
"If you believe in a fairy tale, it wasn't being told in vain!
Your railway is long! On the other side, more things wait for you than just a jar!
Your eyes are wings. They take you everywhere!
Touch your chest with your palm. It is not heart that beats, no, no...
Those are dreams that knock so shy from the outside, to let them in!
Your fingers are paint brushes! It colors people that are scared
to breathe pollen and re-birth themselves again
trough temperament of a black tempera
-then they will look with a watered eyes..forgive me. You will paint yourself
a smile again.
A thousand fireflies are your lanterns in this night!
It is so easy to fly when you are a child! Let the dreams fly
over sleeping streets! Rainy music choses you tonight, to be the one
with music notes full of dew in your hair...wear the costume made of tulle, and
already you are a blue fairy.
With a glance you make a puppet alive, a in the next second your Bear says to you
"I was waiting for you! I am taking you to the place that knows no crying!"
One jump highly over the roof - and there you are, on the tail of a star,
it (the bear) rifts the sky with it's little paw... "Where are you taking me bear?
I can't see you little silly..my eyelashes are full of clouds...
Stop! I can see embers...or those are glowing faces of the people?
A hundreds, hundreds of people...fly toward us...
on the top of the procession - stand mom and dad!"
...just as an easy wind, a cocktail of laughter and tears,
she walks towards them, shiny as she was never before,
and now she forgives them because they are gone...this place is so much beautiful!
Everything is made from heart and the song! But suddenly, everything shakes...!
Behind the mountains, an ugly head of a Giant is showing...
All people around her become people from smoke and disappear!
They stayed alone...and then, they recognize the face of the evil Giant
it was the face of their uncle...and picture breaks into peaces...!

1. stanza
Small pieces of broken fantasy are stabbing into her eyes,
they burn her, and finally she sees what she had been seeing every night:
a huge body on her, gasping with a smell of rakija (alcohol drink)
a roughly tongue that gives her creeps and that's all over her!
Sticky sweat...and pain...and that thing!
A sword that cuts everything innocent inside her!
...dirty fingers in her mouth...
...shaking of her thighs...
She screams inside, tries to reach her Bear with a hand, will it hear her now?
She can't see it from tears in her eyes, but she suffers so much pain!
"Take me Bear, my little Bear, take me away, please...!
But mute puppet watches everything with its eyes from glass with no emotion...
Its heart got lost under the plush, dived into nothing!
Only uncle's gasping and rain tap onto the walls...
The night is deaf and...silence swallows everything from the outside...

Refrain
Holy anger. My everything. My pain. My whole world.
Holy anger...and what is sin? Before or after
it comes to take what belongs to it.

2. stanza
He is fifty. He sits in his chair while outside storm rages,
reading a book, now he is reading a poem called "Raven".
There are mentioned a lonely man, swing of the wings and the night.
An ominous bird that is only guest to a lonely man.
A night like this, a lonely man like him.
But raven...raven is only in that poem,
only craziness, it can't be, really can't...
A fireplace crackles nicely, and he continues with drinking wine.
In that moment someone knocks the door. The man boggles.
The fog has brought him someone., just as the raven came in the poem.
And although he desires no company, he opens the door
and sees a young man made from darkness,
black coat, long hair, dark eyes and anger,
those eyes that stabs themselves straight to man's consciousness...
He wanted to say something, but he was missing the words.
...at the same time a lightning stroke and young man's fist .
Another one. And then another one. And the man was on the floor,
while along with the young man, chill and darkness walked into the room.
The man felt a leg on himself, and a look from above,
and then cried helplessly "You damned son of a *****...!"
And that was the spark, an arrow to the young boy's heart...
For who knows why, he started to beat the man
like the beast, demon, without mercy, with everything he found!
The man spits blood, and screams are lost under the boot...
The moment he felt a gun on his temple,
man realized that a young boy has no breaks...that it's the end..
While spiting his teeth, he tries to ask "why?"...
...but young boy speaks alone, and it was clear...
How does it feel to be from this side of the fear?
To you who were causing fear. How do you feel now?
Can you replay the movie? The parts when you torture her,
and that part when you got bored with her and you didn't want her in the home?
A picture of her alone in the street while broken sky poured the rain?
You...you scum...you don't know what happened after!
I am not sun of a *****! I am son of hundreds of scums,
ones like yourself, that were only hope to her
to somehow support herself and her son after.
For little money - a warmth of a woman with glass of a cheap wine..
At the end AIDS killed her. But there is a greater pain:
to be born with AIDS! Think about it!
I was born with HIV, but I'll die with smile.
This is your end, you will finish together with my revenge.

An obtusely "click" and silence, and then one scream into emptiness,
just as the gun was empty, the young boy smiled.
"You scum, you are only shadow now, no one in front of the fear.
I won't be your executioner, but life. You will call it a punishment."
..and then, in light, an needle blazed, from the injection
the young boy with angry face took out of his pocket.
He stabbed himself into the vein and pulled out the liquid of hatred,
drops of the holy anger that floats inside him from the beginning
he smiled in a spooky way, and with the lightning from outside, he stabbed the needle into man's neck and gave him his blood. And that was chess mate.
The young boy walked away into the dark, and only sighs of the uncle stayed.

..but night is deaf. And everything from the outside is swallowed by silence.

I hope you will enjoy it

=D I will! Thanks!!

It is so sad song...I got sad translating it.. but glad I could help

I'm really sorry about it...

But smile!! You helped me a lot, I'm grateful to you for it!!!

I am smiling cuz I am glad I helped you
and of course, will help anytime..