Priča

Melanholična pesma o ljubavi i ironiji ljudske dominacije, o jurnjavi za sve više i više, o očajničkim potezima u nadi da će život biti bolji. Ljubav koja zapravo nije ljubav, koja deli i razdvaja sve od svega.

Ironija ljudske nadmoći nad prirodnom silom, čiji će taj čovek zauvek biti samo mali, ali sastavni deo, kao i sve ostalo.

Empty Farts

ISKRA — omot
Empty FartsVatroslav
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Love is a power for desire We all know that old tire To roll higher and higher But inside our mind we frier Selfish desire, to divide one from the whole And prison it in a shelter below Were we always so low? Couldn’t we just let it all go To flow and flow above this great fall? Human above all Animal without a soul Head with a hole Margin with no flow Fake as a cake When it threw the ball With no mistake Like preparing a stake It's all farts In the empty parts But it stink Just for us to think That what we do It's now up to you And if you ask What was the task? Reality it's time to heal Nature we must feel