POETRY & LYRICS

            All these poems are in Croatian.   The first two were written
            by my sister Tihana and  my bassist Tomislav Sertic and the
            rest of them were written by me   (except for  Odlazim -
            cowritten with T.S.).  Most of them are also lyrics to our rock songs.



 
              MOJE CE MISLI NOCAS BITI PLAVE
 

                        Moje ce misli nocas biti plave
                        Ustreptala duša poput vlati trave
                        U izvor ce mali prenesena biti
                        U duginih boja bezbroj niti

                        Nemiri i ceznje, srca puste teznje
                        Zaborav ce biti
                        Pod bojom ce plavom
                        One sada skupa
                        Slatki sanak sniti

                        Al’ pozele li ipak jednom oci djecje
                        U crno pogled skriti
                        Ti im dušo reci koliko je ljepše
                        U plavoj boji sniti
 
                                   Tihana Fraculj, 1998.


                              CRNO

                        U nemirne dane
                        Kad dolazi zlo
                        Promisli dvaput
                        Ne cini ništa
                        Mozda si samo
                        Stablo pored ceste
                        Nijemi promatrac
                        Nepokretan svjedok
                        Koji skuplja
                        Otiske na duši
                        I nikad nije isti
                        Iako je nepromjenjiv
 
                  Tomislav Sertic,  svibanj 1998.
 



                        KOMAD ZIVOTA
 
                        Skini masku, pogled digni
                        Odlomi komad zivota svog
                        Kreni naprijed i ne zastani
                        Više nic’je volje nisi rob

                            Otrovan je ovaj svijet
                            U njem tebi slicnih nema
                            Ni tvoj zivot nije svet
                            Ti si dio tog sistema

                        S tamnog tornja ura tuce
                        Odzvanja ti još u ušima
                        Kad bi mor’o vratit juce
                        Sluzio bi opet drugima

                            I dok njegov gledaš lik
                            K’o da dolazi iz snova
                            Ti u sebi gušiš krik
                            Moraš pobjec od tog zova
 
                                                Mario Fraculj, 1997.
 



 
                      ISKORISTI DAN

                            Još jedan dan
                            Tece poput nemirne rijeke
                            Tonem u san
                            Tamo gdje su granice meke
                            Dolazi noc
                            I nema nikog da me vodi
                            Opet ostajem sam
                            Ranjena zvijer na slobodi

                            Pamtim još sad
                            U svom snu sam zacuo rijeci
                            “Iskoristi dan
                            Nemoj da te u tom itko sprijeci
                            Jer kad prode sve
                            Na kraju cijele avanture
                            Tebi ostaje zbroj
                            Svih ovih dana bez cenzure”

                            Gdje god da se nadeš
                            ispod neba sad
                            Upamti ove rijeci:
                             “Iskoristi dan”

                                     M.F., lipanj 1998.
 



 
                    ODLAZIM

                        Iza ruba ispod bine
                        cujem glase omladine
                        Podrška je neosporiva
                        Vatrometa i konfeta
                        Palica i bajoneta
                        Sve za veselje naroda

                              Odlazim
                              Da ne slušam istu pricu
                              Svaki put iznova
                              Tocka sam
                              Samo to i ništa više
                              U ovom gradu lopova

                        Nasmijana socijala
                        Iz podruma i kanala
                        Uzalud ceka priliku
                        Moji rijetki komentari
                        Pljuju uvijek iste stvari
                        Moram promijenit’ taktiku

                              Zove me
                              U daljinu barka snova
                              Nestajem na pucini
                              Tocka sam
                              Samo to i ništa više
                              Horizonte daleki
 
                                       M.F.i T.S., 1998.
 



 
                       ZATVORENI KRUG
 
                        U zatvorenom krugu pljujem na samocu
                        Vrti se moj zivot kroz strukture vlasti
                        Uvijek ista mjesta za izlaske nocu
                        Ljudi bez morala, djevojke bez casti

                            I svaki dan - isti san
                            a nemam ni za cugu
                            Moj zivot vrti se
                            u zatvorenom krugu

                        Ekonomska snaga znatno mi je pala
                        PDV sad puni drzavnu blagajnu
                        Ekološka kriza - kriza je morala
                        Škegri oko vrata stavit ce kolajnu

                            Sjebo me PDV
                            i prokleto sam lud
                            Kupuj il’ nestani
                            jer nemaš više kud
 
                                              T.S. i M.F., 1997.
 


                           Angel
 

                       Salad days
                       The youth is here to stay
                       Raise your praise
                       There's will and there's a way
                       Don't get caught
                       In the net of that broad
                       'Cause sometimes a wink
                       Can be seen as a nod

                            Easy - you float like an Angel
                            In this mysterious world
                            Slow down - you've nothing but time
                            Don't cast your pearls before swine

                       High and low
                       I searched for my own soul
                       Remedy
                       My spirit to console
                       Fools rush in
                       Where angels fear to tread
                       Just make a false move
                       And you'll whish you were dead

                            Easy - you float like an Angel
                            In this mysterious world
                            Slow down - you've nothing but time
                            Don't cast your pearls before

                                              M.F., 2000.
 



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