(Confession of the beloplatanac participant "contramitation" by Dragan
Ujevac in the Serbian language, ie in Serbian Yiddish, without
translation into the literary Serbian)
Until now, I thought I was dealing with something with this head, but now I see that I do not understand anything. Something weird time is coming, so everything is blurred; She does not know what the sludge will be, and what will swim in the water. And nothing is dispersed yet. I do not pretend much about this brain and tell you how to say it. Bese tornik. A stupid day. They do not say that they are fools, in our village in Belo Palanka, for someone "stupid is a tornik". It's stupid and Monday, but the tornik is so stupid. And on that day, they set up a rally in Belgrade. Let's support this Naseg. And will they bring us together? On the game, at the cattle market. Kobajagi is a nice place for all peasants know di cattle market. If it goes, the bus "Nis Express", inter-urban, wooden chairs. All right, let's sit on wooden stools to Belgrade. Just to support this Naseg that was attacked by Vuk and DJindjic, I want this Nas voted for the vote and elections. Some of the scores will come from Daca from Moscow to go on our way to a myth. That's what I'm saying, if Daca from Moscow can come for this Naseg, I can come from Belo Palanka. And I have a job at home, not that I have nothing to do with my house.
Dress in clean and warm. The woman from the parmans coffin pulled out the louse from my wedding. I'm marrying her in her, she'll get me. And the coat of clothes from the wedding. I'm tight, lying, I can not run. But I'm ecclesiastical and deadly.
Dojdo sobsle at cattle market. A lot of the world has gathered. I know him, I do not know, whether they are who they are. Must be the peasants from the villages, their asss for their daily allowance. When you see the pence of dinars, is it a little ?! Dosl and Sale, president of Belopalan. And he will go. And the stranger and the one of Kosta Krivosija who bumped his head as a gadar. He will tell us to quit: "We love you free!". You "We are Slobini, It's Our Freedom!". All the same as '45. for Tito we were staying in front of the Remiziana Hotel. And now they say, Nemanja will not be the leader of the road! What is Nemanja? When he went to the prekomanda, he passed through Belgrade with the camions. Well, I had to know where to get something to fuck. And it's all so hard. Come on, let's talk to you in line.
We crawl into a bus as a cattle; Everyone is pushing to sit down to the window. I do not know how we are this people, to fuck him! If we fight for a place on the bus. And what can I see: It does not have a dog from Moscow. Kazu, winter, no avijon can land in Belgrade, ice by air. And what does not land here in Palanka, to the gamers, fuck it! There is no ice because these fuzbalers from "Jedinstvo" all made. They are buzzing all day just to enter a low zone. I think that I'm asking the President of the Salet, for Dacu to land here on the players, but I'm embarrassed, I'm going to screw me over these mangups fuzbaleri. So, we're going without Dacu. I see; mrsava rabota. Where are we without Dacu to Belgrade? There's something to fuck. But the bus will not go away. Lale Sofer drove him through Sicevo. Strasko da te čuva; We will hide in Nisava in a tank. I look back at the bus, all of it fell asleep. And what will I do? I'll sleep and I'll fuck you mother! Not to look at how we're going to disappear. And I fell asleep and what am I going to dream of? Some caracondillary jurls through Belgrade, and Belgrade is still in the ruins of the bombing. I'm getting a caracondsule, and I can not get rid of the bus. Wake up. I got it all out. When that Nemanja dies like a donkey: "Belgrade, get ready for the people! Let's get it! And let's not get dressed."
I came to Belgrade. There at the Saint Sava, the Turks burnt him, there we will leave the bus. E Savo, Savo! We can not build a church for fifty years. Even Master Aca started to wallow and screwed up. Kazu, he was a mason. E, foreign, at the church, we leave the bus unfinished and we will go to Terazije sand. Kazu, it's not far. How many of the "Remizian" to our cemetery is Palanac. Dadose is not banners. Men give what "we love you." And now, again, suspicious work; that Nemanja's departure is going first, and the resilient President Sale is lagging behind. We are passing by a taxi driver, and he drew in a mysterious banner and spat on me: "Fuck you, sheep!" And now I think: how does he know that I have sheep? It must be that some Palancanin does not even write to me that I'm a shepherd! We are asking a militia for Terazija, and he hears, and he dares to shout. You see it's nice not to fuck. He will not even say Terazije. When, buckwheat, buckwheat, there, arrived at the Law Faculty. And there students. Who gathered for the Battle of Kosovo! Lele kolko gi ga ima! And now that fool Nemanja is right for her to say hello and together we go to Terazija to support this Naseg. When the Eyes! These did not bury the banners, then struck them on the hump, on the ribs, on the head. They do not watch de hit. Those who are crippled are craving. Who are we in other ears?
You fight, and women are not shabby with eggs. All my coats are twisted. My Kosara will not believe me that I was in Belgrade for a demonstration for Milosevic. To me, the Gypsy was found all the same shitty, and with the egg hit him in the eye to burn it, and he works at the factory "Bajram"; real jokes and squirrels. "Fuck you, Milosevic, they will burn me for him! Fuck your daily wages and dry wounds! Fuck you, Dragan, let me come to you to disappear!" I tell him: "Shut up, Found, if we have survived the Bulgarians and the Germans, we will survive the citizens of Belgrade! It is important that we do not hit us!" Is that Bosko getting started to get them back? You can not sit down when there's a lot of Siptari. And a little bit of a carpet, but there will be no water at Draskovic that he will even "climb". They run alongside the Assembly, as Master Aca says, when they got a safe at the SPS from Bamburek, and then they learn to swim in the fountain, but they are foolish. And this one from Bamburek learns to swim. Pliva, in front of Marx and English. So I'm saying to Najdana Giganin: "You see that from the worst and the worse. They just tricked us, and this one from Bamburek is bijene, he has to swim in December to the swoon!"
Dovedos is not near Draskovica. Twenty meters. And this Draskovic is standing under the monument to Mihail and his daughter, Sasa's eyes. And his voice was like eating from a watery stone. Those were at Kost Pecanac when he came to us to form a co-defendant battalion. The day is coming from the end: "This one will not have slaughtered like lambs!" And I tell him, "It will not be Found! It just looks like that!" And Nemanja does not say, "Build three fingers to stay alive!" And I also see our Salesman Sale Sale three fingers. We all dig it up. They do not baptize and let go. Kazu: "Let's go now to Terazije to your village!"
And, we came to Terazia. And, next to Milosevic, the police like you like! And I will, again, screw up to ask a policeman: "All right, bre, my friend, why do not you let them fight the ox?" And this one will ask me: "And where are you from your friend?" I tell him I'm from the White Palanka. And he will shake me in front of the whole society: "And which dick did you come to Belgrade when you are from Palanka? Do you want to get people from Belgrade to work?" And everyone hits the laugh. President Sale is laughing at us, and I'm begging him to catch him by the gus, and I'm rubbing him out of the gace of a little boy. I did not remember anything from Milosevic's speech. My head just passes through what the cops fuck me.
When the snore is back to the bus. When we have something to see. All windows are running. In the bus duo travels to Sicevack's gorge. Fuck you when I came to Belgrade, and when I heard about the rally and for Milosevic! We put the horns on the sofersaw, but the hole must be siphoned so that the driver can watch the driveway, that we do not leave, somewhere in the picking mother's way. Just do not need it yet! And buckwheat, buckwheat, we arrived somewhere, in the deaf age, at Palanka. The houses do not bother. Winter. Frost. Ape to the nose. We're freezing when we bloom.
And I'm thinking; I made a mistake. What the fuck I'll do to Belgrade when I'm not notified. Fuck you and the TV! I'll give it to the gypsy! Hey, there is so much that they do not lie in Dnevnik: "the stew of the students, the bunny of the demonstrators," and that whole Belgrade, on the other hand, was digging for Milosevic. To eat it! And he? What did He do to me? And is my brother on my wife? And who did I shoot to go to Belgrade? With Nemanja and Najdana? And from Salet? Fuck me Sale President! Should they be afraid of their fate in Belgrade, and who will win, we will vote. And this is the solution: with unverified people I will not go to the messenger anymore. Especially when it's a stupid torion.
Until now, I thought I was dealing with something with this head, but now I see that I do not understand anything. Something weird time is coming, so everything is blurred; She does not know what the sludge will be, and what will swim in the water. And nothing is dispersed yet. I do not pretend much about this brain and tell you how to say it. Bese tornik. A stupid day. They do not say that they are fools, in our village in Belo Palanka, for someone "stupid is a tornik". It's stupid and Monday, but the tornik is so stupid. And on that day, they set up a rally in Belgrade. Let's support this Naseg. And will they bring us together? On the game, at the cattle market. Kobajagi is a nice place for all peasants know di cattle market. If it goes, the bus "Nis Express", inter-urban, wooden chairs. All right, let's sit on wooden stools to Belgrade. Just to support this Naseg that was attacked by Vuk and DJindjic, I want this Nas voted for the vote and elections. Some of the scores will come from Daca from Moscow to go on our way to a myth. That's what I'm saying, if Daca from Moscow can come for this Naseg, I can come from Belo Palanka. And I have a job at home, not that I have nothing to do with my house.
Dress in clean and warm. The woman from the parmans coffin pulled out the louse from my wedding. I'm marrying her in her, she'll get me. And the coat of clothes from the wedding. I'm tight, lying, I can not run. But I'm ecclesiastical and deadly.
Dojdo sobsle at cattle market. A lot of the world has gathered. I know him, I do not know, whether they are who they are. Must be the peasants from the villages, their asss for their daily allowance. When you see the pence of dinars, is it a little ?! Dosl and Sale, president of Belopalan. And he will go. And the stranger and the one of Kosta Krivosija who bumped his head as a gadar. He will tell us to quit: "We love you free!". You "We are Slobini, It's Our Freedom!". All the same as '45. for Tito we were staying in front of the Remiziana Hotel. And now they say, Nemanja will not be the leader of the road! What is Nemanja? When he went to the prekomanda, he passed through Belgrade with the camions. Well, I had to know where to get something to fuck. And it's all so hard. Come on, let's talk to you in line.
We crawl into a bus as a cattle; Everyone is pushing to sit down to the window. I do not know how we are this people, to fuck him! If we fight for a place on the bus. And what can I see: It does not have a dog from Moscow. Kazu, winter, no avijon can land in Belgrade, ice by air. And what does not land here in Palanka, to the gamers, fuck it! There is no ice because these fuzbalers from "Jedinstvo" all made. They are buzzing all day just to enter a low zone. I think that I'm asking the President of the Salet, for Dacu to land here on the players, but I'm embarrassed, I'm going to screw me over these mangups fuzbaleri. So, we're going without Dacu. I see; mrsava rabota. Where are we without Dacu to Belgrade? There's something to fuck. But the bus will not go away. Lale Sofer drove him through Sicevo. Strasko da te čuva; We will hide in Nisava in a tank. I look back at the bus, all of it fell asleep. And what will I do? I'll sleep and I'll fuck you mother! Not to look at how we're going to disappear. And I fell asleep and what am I going to dream of? Some caracondillary jurls through Belgrade, and Belgrade is still in the ruins of the bombing. I'm getting a caracondsule, and I can not get rid of the bus. Wake up. I got it all out. When that Nemanja dies like a donkey: "Belgrade, get ready for the people! Let's get it! And let's not get dressed."
I came to Belgrade. There at the Saint Sava, the Turks burnt him, there we will leave the bus. E Savo, Savo! We can not build a church for fifty years. Even Master Aca started to wallow and screwed up. Kazu, he was a mason. E, foreign, at the church, we leave the bus unfinished and we will go to Terazije sand. Kazu, it's not far. How many of the "Remizian" to our cemetery is Palanac. Dadose is not banners. Men give what "we love you." And now, again, suspicious work; that Nemanja's departure is going first, and the resilient President Sale is lagging behind. We are passing by a taxi driver, and he drew in a mysterious banner and spat on me: "Fuck you, sheep!" And now I think: how does he know that I have sheep? It must be that some Palancanin does not even write to me that I'm a shepherd! We are asking a militia for Terazija, and he hears, and he dares to shout. You see it's nice not to fuck. He will not even say Terazije. When, buckwheat, buckwheat, there, arrived at the Law Faculty. And there students. Who gathered for the Battle of Kosovo! Lele kolko gi ga ima! And now that fool Nemanja is right for her to say hello and together we go to Terazija to support this Naseg. When the Eyes! These did not bury the banners, then struck them on the hump, on the ribs, on the head. They do not watch de hit. Those who are crippled are craving. Who are we in other ears?
You fight, and women are not shabby with eggs. All my coats are twisted. My Kosara will not believe me that I was in Belgrade for a demonstration for Milosevic. To me, the Gypsy was found all the same shitty, and with the egg hit him in the eye to burn it, and he works at the factory "Bajram"; real jokes and squirrels. "Fuck you, Milosevic, they will burn me for him! Fuck your daily wages and dry wounds! Fuck you, Dragan, let me come to you to disappear!" I tell him: "Shut up, Found, if we have survived the Bulgarians and the Germans, we will survive the citizens of Belgrade! It is important that we do not hit us!" Is that Bosko getting started to get them back? You can not sit down when there's a lot of Siptari. And a little bit of a carpet, but there will be no water at Draskovic that he will even "climb". They run alongside the Assembly, as Master Aca says, when they got a safe at the SPS from Bamburek, and then they learn to swim in the fountain, but they are foolish. And this one from Bamburek learns to swim. Pliva, in front of Marx and English. So I'm saying to Najdana Giganin: "You see that from the worst and the worse. They just tricked us, and this one from Bamburek is bijene, he has to swim in December to the swoon!"
Dovedos is not near Draskovica. Twenty meters. And this Draskovic is standing under the monument to Mihail and his daughter, Sasa's eyes. And his voice was like eating from a watery stone. Those were at Kost Pecanac when he came to us to form a co-defendant battalion. The day is coming from the end: "This one will not have slaughtered like lambs!" And I tell him, "It will not be Found! It just looks like that!" And Nemanja does not say, "Build three fingers to stay alive!" And I also see our Salesman Sale Sale three fingers. We all dig it up. They do not baptize and let go. Kazu: "Let's go now to Terazije to your village!"
And, we came to Terazia. And, next to Milosevic, the police like you like! And I will, again, screw up to ask a policeman: "All right, bre, my friend, why do not you let them fight the ox?" And this one will ask me: "And where are you from your friend?" I tell him I'm from the White Palanka. And he will shake me in front of the whole society: "And which dick did you come to Belgrade when you are from Palanka? Do you want to get people from Belgrade to work?" And everyone hits the laugh. President Sale is laughing at us, and I'm begging him to catch him by the gus, and I'm rubbing him out of the gace of a little boy. I did not remember anything from Milosevic's speech. My head just passes through what the cops fuck me.
When the snore is back to the bus. When we have something to see. All windows are running. In the bus duo travels to Sicevack's gorge. Fuck you when I came to Belgrade, and when I heard about the rally and for Milosevic! We put the horns on the sofersaw, but the hole must be siphoned so that the driver can watch the driveway, that we do not leave, somewhere in the picking mother's way. Just do not need it yet! And buckwheat, buckwheat, we arrived somewhere, in the deaf age, at Palanka. The houses do not bother. Winter. Frost. Ape to the nose. We're freezing when we bloom.
And I'm thinking; I made a mistake. What the fuck I'll do to Belgrade when I'm not notified. Fuck you and the TV! I'll give it to the gypsy! Hey, there is so much that they do not lie in Dnevnik: "the stew of the students, the bunny of the demonstrators," and that whole Belgrade, on the other hand, was digging for Milosevic. To eat it! And he? What did He do to me? And is my brother on my wife? And who did I shoot to go to Belgrade? With Nemanja and Najdana? And from Salet? Fuck me Sale President! Should they be afraid of their fate in Belgrade, and who will win, we will vote. And this is the solution: with unverified people I will not go to the messenger anymore. Especially when it's a stupid torion.
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