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A big suitcase - a human in the suitcase - a bag with the human - a big in the bag of the human - a smaller bag within that bag - a even smaller bag within that bag - a very very small bag within that bag -a lipstick and/or letter??? in the smallest bag

5 minutes + 5 minutes + 5 minutes = 15 minutes in total

I mourn over the dead bodies of my unborn children. Will they also need a visa to enter Paradise?

Da li se secas kako bilo nam je pre
Posle svega sta sad ostalo je moj Beograde
Da li se secas kako bilo nam je pre
Posle svega sta sad ostalo je moj Beograde
Secam se davno jos u zlatnom bokalu
Prvi put sam video mikrofon stajao je na astalu
U hladu starog kestena gde je moja draga nestala
Ja urezo sam ime bacio prve rime
Ja sam odrasto na pesmama gradskih boema
I pricama alasa kojih danas vise nema
Kalio se s najboljima po zadimljenim birtijama
Udvarao se damama kockao sa lihvarima
Nekad kuci srecan nekad sve izgubio
Nekad zenu grlio nekad kaldrmu ljubio
I nisam sebi sudio, gde god bih se probudio
Bol je bio isti s njim sam se udruzio
Zato secanja sam skupljao ko oziljke da podsete
Da nije uvek bilo samo hladno i sivo
Da krv crvena ko vino, bojila je noci
Kroz odraze u casi to su bile tvoje oci
A ja sam morao da odem, fijaker me je cekao
Beograde zbogom mnoge ti stvari nisam rekao
Da li se secas kako bilo nam je pre
Posle svega sta sad ostalo je moj Beograde
Da li se secas kako bilo nam je pre
Posle svega sta sad ostalo je moj Beograde
Zaboravi me draga zaboravi da te volim
Nastavi da zivis mozda vise ne postojim
Grlim secanja u mraku dok ih luča sveće boji
Da ne mislim na krike sto cuju se niz hodnik
Dok borim se sa ranama sanjam da
Opijam se vinom rakijom i tamburama
Starom violinom i pocepanim glasovima
Tuznom pesmog Cigana dimom i polomljenim casama
Da s boemima mojim se nadvikujem za stolom
Gadjam pesmama recitujem otimam za slovo
Zbog samo jednog stiha moj zivot sad je gotov
Pustinja u srcu dok kroz prozor gledam otok
Sanjam da mirisem tvoj parfem dok se privijas uz mene
Suze mi poteku kao kise u jesen
I ne svani pusta zoro pusti me da ceznem
Nikad ne svani dok u meni ima pesme
Ja sam morao da odem jer nekome sam smetao
Beograde zbogom ovo ti jos nisam rekao
Da li se secas kako bilo nam je pre
Posle svega sta sad ostalo je moj Beograde
Da li se secas kako bilo nam je pre
Posle svega sta sad ostalo je moj Beograde
Danas rane vise bole nego zvuci iza skole
Nego zvuci one strofe kad sam morao da odem
Al sad opet ovde al sve nam se izgubilo
Posekli su kesten gde sam nekad tebe ljubio
Ne mirisu lipe nema stare violine
Nema Ciganina sedog da za moju tugu brine
Moj Beograde Izgubio sam korene
Džabe nosim ordenje kad niko me ne poznaje
Pa zvezdu crnog Djordja dadoh sad za bokal grozdja
Sta ce meni ona kad ja nemam bilo koga
Samo nespokoj i bol moji najbolji drugovi
U kafani lomim case dok mi dusa ne iskrvari
Balada disidenta jedna tuzna srpska pesma
Nekim buducim kafanama za bolja vremena
Neka zastane u grlu kad je neko drugi peva
Sve isto u mom kraju samo mene vise nema
Jer ja sam morao da odem takav nikom nisam trebao
Beograde zbogom pamti dobro sta sam rekao!

"SAMA U BELOM SVETU"

Preko
Daleko
Mi smo biseri iz blata
Mi smo deca rata
Nekad bili smo bliski
Kad pare su u igri, pucao bi brat na brata
Da, da, to je Balkan
Noću mirno ne možeš da spavaš
Sipaj viski preko rana
Sipaj viski preko rana
A sad me ribe vole
A ne znaju da varam, pijem, konzumiram droge
Nije me sramota jer odrast'o sam ovde
Šta me gledaš tako, brate, ima neki problem?
Mi smo biseri iz blata, u grudima vatra
U mislima želja, ko će pre do tog BMW-a?
Dođe mi nekad da ostavim sve i odem
Znam da preko je bolje, ali preko nije moje
Preko nije lova laka, preko nije moja majka
Gde su sada moja braća? Ko šta pije, plaćam
Dođe mi nekad da ostavim sve i odem
Znam da preko je bolje, ali preko nije moje
Preko nije lova laka, preko nije moja majka
Gde su sada moja braća? Ko šta pije, plaćam
Preko
Daleko
Šta je tuga?
Znamo mi sa juga
Nismo imali k'o klinci
Kad lova je u priči, prodao bi kum svog kuma
Da, da, moj bruda
Sve to kida te iznutra
Piće, nesanica, gudra
Živimo od danas do sutra
A sada pravim pare
Trošim na kurave i na skupe restorane
Trošim na budale što mi sedaju u separe
Ma, jebem ti te pare kad nemam prave drugare
Mi smo biseri iz blata, u grudima vatra
U mislima želja, u džepu ključ BMW-a
(Šta se pije?)
Dođe mi nekad da ostavim sve i odem
Znam da preko je bolje, ali preko nije moje
Preko nije lova laka, preko nije moja majka
Gde su sada moja braća? Ko šta pije, plaćam
I dođe mi nekad da ostavim sve i odem
Znam da preko je bolje, ali preko nije moje
Preko nije lova laka, preko nije moja majka
Gde su sada moja braća? Ko šta pije, plaćam

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PLACES:
1. The Performance Bar (Rotterdam)
2. Poing (Rotterdam)
3. Grey space in the middle (den Haag)
https://thegreyspace.net/filling-the-void-application/

finale - Dim (Belgrade) and/or W139 (Amsterdam)

Across
Far
We are pearls of mud
We are children of war
We used to be close
When money was at stake, he would shoot brother to brother
Yes, yes, it is the Balkans
You can't sleep peacefully at night
Pour whiskey over the wound
Pour whiskey over the wound
And now the fish love me
And they don't know how to cheat, drink, consume drugs
I'm not ashamed because I grew up here
Why are you looking at me like that, brother, is there a problem?
We are pearls of mud, in the breast of fire
In the minds of wishes, who will go to that BMW first?
Sometimes I want to leave everything and go
I know over is better, but over is not mine
Over is not easy money, over is not my mother
Where are my brothers now? Who drinks what, I pay
Sometimes I want to leave everything and go
I know over is better, but over is not mine
Over is not easy money, over is not my mother
Where are my brothers now? Who drinks what, I pay
Across
Far
What is sadness?
We know from the south
We didn’t have like kids
When money was in the story, he would sell his godfather's godfather
Yes, yes, my dirt
It all tears you apart
Drinking, insomnia, weed
We live from today to tomorrow
And now I'm making money
I spend on whores and expensive restaurants
I spend on fools sitting in my booths
Ma, fuck that money when I don't have real friends
We are pearls of mud, in the breast of fire
In the mind of desire, in your pocket the key to BMW
(What to drink?)
Sometimes I want to leave everything and go
I know over is better, but over is not mine
Over is not easy money, over is not my mother
Where are my brothers now? Who drinks what, I pay
And sometimes I want to leave everything and go
I know over is better, but over is not mine
Over is not easy money, over is not my mother
Where are my brothers now? Who drinks what, I pay

pre-oedipal maternal authority

pre-emptive mourning

Ides za Kanadu,
sivi audi rola po gradu,
na koki uzivam u radu,
selotejp na oci, navuci mu kapu.
Znaj tata sam estradnim droljama
daj pare za brata il’ gadjamo zoljama.
Do evropskih noseva,
Gudra stize preko Kosova
Ja imam trzni centar, imam dva’es vila,
Stanove, lokale, hotele, ja zivim taj kriminal.
Imam jajare u saci, u svakoj stranci,
vozimo se maricom gradom, kao pravi policajci.
Ako imas dobra kola, daj nam kola! oduzimam volan,
hoces svoja kola? Moze, dodji, spremi novac.
Krv lije svakoga dana, drzava drhti od klana,
Premijer podleg’o ranama, a nama gudru cuva banka.

REF:
Zasto nisam pticica da letim daleko,
i da vidim napolju ceka li me neko!
Prodaj majko konja kocijasa,
pa izvadi sina robijasa. (2x)

Beng! Beng! Beng! Beng! Ides za Kanadu!!! (8x)

Ides za Kanadu,
u Juznoj Americi ja sam u hladu,
u Parizu trosim devizu,
kad imas lovu ne traze vizu.
Ako nisi blizu, vojnici klana grizu,
masina za mlevenje mesa, to je mnogo gadan izum.
Pola tone kokaina, Buenos Aries, Argentina,
Balkanski ratnik, Paragvaj, cetvoro palo s’pet kila.
Deset hiljada vojnika, otmice, ubistva,
Iznude, atenati, svako reket mora da plati.
Mi smo s’politikom u sprezi, politicar na vezi,
probleme nam ne pravi niko, sve te perverzije resavam slikom.
Imam bazu, kao vazu lepu, sva je od stakla,
dok vam placamo kampanje, nas! kosi sablja!

REF:
Zasto nisam pticica da letim daleko,
i da vidim napolju ceka li me neko!
Prodaj majko konja kocijasa,
pa izvadi sina robijasa. (2x)

ENGLESKI

You are going to Canada,
gray audi roll around town,
I enjoy working on coca,
duct tape on his eyes, put on his hat.
You know, Dad, I'm a pop slut
give me money for my brother or we’re shooting money.
To European noses,
Gudra arrives via Kosovo
I have a mall, I have two villas,
Apartments, bars, hotels, I live that crime.
I have eggs in my hand, in every party,
we ride in the city, like real policemen.
If you have a good car, give us a car! I take the steering wheel,
do you want your car? Okay, come on, save the money.
Blood is shed every day, the state trembles from the clan,
The Prime Minister succumbed to his wounds, and the bank is guarding our well.

REF:
Why am I not a bird to fly far,
and to see if anyone is waiting for me outside!
Sell ​​the mother horse of the carriage,
so he took out the son of the prisoner. (2x)

Beng! Beng! Beng! Beng! You are going to Canada!!! (8x)

You are going to Canada,
in South America I'm in the shade,
I spend foreign currency in Paris,
when you have money they do not ask for a visa.
If you're not close, clan soldiers bite,
a meat grinder is a very nasty invention.
Half a tonne of cocaine, Buenos Aries, Argentina,
A Balkan warrior, Paraguay, lost four kilos.
Ten thousand soldiers, kidnappings, murders,
Extortions, assassinations, every racket must pay.
We are connected with politics, a politician is connected,
nobody causes us problems, I solve all these perversions with a picture.
I have a base, like a beautiful vase, it's all made of glass,
while we pay you campaigns, us! scythe saber!

REF:
Why am I not a bird to fly far,
and to see if anyone is waiting for me outside!
Sell ​​the mother horse of the carriage,
so he took out the son of the prisoner. (2x)