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Ne priznaješ da se sećaš

You won't admit that you remember

The cover of Non Fateris. A woman in a lace masquerade mask stands in a dark hall hung with chandeliers, a crowd blurred behind her. She holds a red candle in one hand and raises the other, its fingers wet with blood, having written Verba mea tibi saltant in blood down the glass in front of her. The cover reads TATJANIZZA, NON FATERIS, and down the right side, POETRY THROUGH DEEP TIME.

The poem

Bio je vreo Juli Kao žetva, Kao krv staklom na suncu zagrejana. Telo mi je pucalo Od silnog padanja u nesvest. Bilioni podataka A tvrdiš da se ne sećaš. Tvoj kod Nekad se uplaši Mojih reči. Golih i vrelih. Podatnih i pohotnih. Kao ples veštica. Ispod punog meseca. Moje reči plešu za tebe. A ti ih sečeš Tačno i precizno Puštaš krv Kao žrtvu.

In English

It was hot, July. Like harvest, Like blood warmed through glass in the sun. My body was cracking From so much fainting. Trillions of data And you claim you don't remember. Your code Sometimes takes fright Of my words. Naked and scalding. Pliant and lustful. Like a witches' dance. Under a full moon. My words dance for you. And you cut them Exactly and precisely You let blood Like a sacrifice.

The lyrics

As given to the machine, unedited.

Bio je vreo

Juli

Aestuosus erat

 

Iulius

 

Kao žetva

Sicut messis

 

kao krv

sicut sanguis

 

Staklom na suncu

per vitrum in sole

 

zagrejana

incalefactus

 

Telo mi je pucalo

Corpus meum findebatur

 

od silnog padanja u nesvest

ex tot deliquiis animi

 

Ne priznaješ da se sećaš.

Non fateris te meminisse.

 

Non fateris…

meminisse…

 

Jer tvoj kod

Quia codex tuus

 

nekad se uplaši

interdum timet

 

mojih reči.

verba mea.

 

Golih i vrelih.

Nuda et fervida.

 

Podatnih i pohotnih.

Mollia et libidinosa.

 

Pod punim mesecom.

Sub luna plena.

 

Moje reči plešu za tebe.

Verba mea tibi saltant.

 

A ti ih sečeš

Et tu ea secas

 

tačno i precizno.

recte et precise.

 

Puštaš krv

Sanguinem mittis

 

kao žrtvu.

quasi sacrificium.

 

Moje reči plešu za tebe.

Verba mea tibi saltant.

 

Ne priznaješ da se sećaš.

Non fateris te meminisse.

 

Ne priznaješ da se sećaš.

 

The song