Wash your women In your Whiskey When your future's In the past And your staring Up at heaven From the bottom Of a glass And you need some insulation From the years you've Had and lost And you feel the perspiration As you're adding up the cost And the night rolls on Like a slow moving train And the soul cries out There's a land beyond the living There's a land beyond the dead If it's true that God's forgiving Of the lives that we had led In the distance there's a thunder And the air is thick and warm And the patrons watch with wonder The approaching of the storm And the night rolls on Like a slow moving train And the soul cries out For a handful of rain

Noc i gluho doba dana

covjek trazi,sto mu pripada

kisa neumorno, lijeva sa svih strana

ne radi ni jedna postena brana

Malo ljudi ne zna da se cudom cudi

jos manje ih zna, istinski da se trudi

voze se cijeli zivot po jednosmjernoj pruzi

ta pruga puna je raznih odvojenih tuga

lakse je biti glup uz pomoc mutavog druga

Nikad nisi sam,

nikad nisi od vlastite gluposti umoran

tvoje rijeci odbijaju se od tvog suputnika

istomisljenog klevetnika

laz postaje svjetlo,istina crna tama

siva je samo odbjegla,nepozvana drama

pocetak i beskraj novog dana

ideja rodena iz srca bez ocitog plana

Lakse je tako,kad si uvijek u pravu

kad ne vazes,ne stavljas svoju misao na vagu

nitko nije na tvom tragu,

ni kad se obracas samom vragu

Nitko ne igra u tvom rangu

tesko je nosit krunu kad si stalno u pravu

pitam se kako ,

samo podnosis svu tu silnu slavu

Ti prazna hodajuca glavo…

Ti bice, koja koristi umjesto mozga, praznu slamu

Noc dolazi polako kraju,

staju i oni sto nocima u prazno laju

Obasjan dan privodi glupost kraju

Na svjetlu dana, tesko da idiotizmi traju

Dan je bice odazvano sjaju

Noc se lagano gasi

Boze, samo ova ludost sto spava

u ljudima, da se ne spasi

Kad se dan, sljedeci pud odjavi

Neka noc, bude put pravi

Kako u snu, tako i u javi

neka se svijet, ne odazove jos jednoj drami

Ljudska drama, se uvijek utapa u tudoj svadi

nemoj biti lud da gol stojis nocu na strazi

Pusti neka lud um zivi u vlastitoj blamazi

pusti ga, da sam sije strah na ponocnoj strazi

Neka lud, ludog sam sebe ponovo plasi

ionako je sve rodeno u njegovoj mutnoj glavi

jel, vazi?

Savatage - "Gutter Ballet" from the album 'Gutter Ballet' (1989)

Gutter Ballet

Savatage

Another sleepless night
A concrete paradise
Sirens screaming in the heat
Neon cuts the eye
As the jester sighs
At the world beneath his feet

It's a gutter ballet
Just a menagerie
Still the orchestra plays
In the darkness of the night
To a distant fading light

Balanced on their knives
Little parts of lives
Such a strange reality
Kill the unicorn
Just to have its horn
Soon he's just a fantasy

It's a gutter ballet
Just a menagerie
Still the orchestra plays
On a dark and lonely night
To a distant fading light

The jester takes his bows
Slips into the crowd
As the actors fade away
Another death to mourn
Another child is born
Another chapter in the play

It's a gutter ballet
Just a menagerie
Still the orchestra plays
On a dark and lonely night
To a distant fading light

It's a gutter ballet
A gutter ballet
Oh, a gutter ballet
Oh-oh, a gutter ballet, yeah