Ljubavnici

The Lovers

 

 

 

 

(Serbia)

 

 

Members:

Aleksandar Sharlo Maričić Lyrics, Vocals, Music

Nenad Jevtić – Music, Arrangements, Synt, Vocals, Backing vocals

Miloš Ognjanović – Programming, Arrangements, Music

 

Influences:

Music of Our Life… Pet Shop Boys, Jacques Brel, the Smiths, Richie Hawtin

 

Sounds Like:

Nothing else… not Something Else

 

Record Label:

Production – Vižla Sounds / C Area / Nema Produkcije Novi Beograd

 

Genre:

Electrique / Minimaliste / Pop

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
Ljubavnici (The Lovers) is one of the most original voices to emerge on the Belgrade gig scene in recent years. The alchemy of Aleksandar ‘Sharlo’ Maricic’s lyrical imagery interlocking with the tight centered music of Nenad Jevtic and Milos Ognjanovic is mesmerizing to behold. It tells powerful stories: super heroes in a tragic city, caught between two borders; fireworks of sunset, the cold, sharp steel of dawn; somnambulist lovers; the decay of the flesh; crumpled decadence; collapsing sensibility; a passion for the intangible, the ephemeral;  incorrect reasons; cathartic nothingness, night falling better than flying; strength in heart and weakness of will; and not without humor; all, all pave their brittle roads. The band can bring some smoke back into your sallow city soul, at least for few minutes because, to quote Ed Askew, they sparkle when they bleed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ljubavnici- Dok vece vibrira

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Umorna od Beograda

 

Dah kao lokomotiva

Na snegu senku ostavlja

Tragovi tih ptica

Sve što svet mi predstavlja

Vetar lomi stakla

Što drhte pustim krošnjama

Poznaješ li hladan hod

Naša šetnja mene napušta

Dok deca vuku sanke

Na vrtuljku misli gramofona

 

Zapali i utopi

Samo još ovaj put

Neka ljubav strada

Piše ti na čelu

Vratićeš se umorna iz Beograda

 

 

Na vrhu snežne kuće

Tvoja reč me opekla

Nije sve to jasno

Ali tajna sve ih zabavlja

Slušam naša budjenja

Kao petao iz prikrajka

Dok vetar snegom vaja

Pita odakle si otišla

Daleki grad sija

Snom ljubavi i ratnika

 

Zapali i utopi

Samo još ovaj put

Neka ljubav strada

Piše ti na čelu

Vratićeš se umorna iz Beograda

 

Lyrics by Aleksandar Maricic

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Tired from Belgrade

 
The breath like a train

Leaves a shadow on the snow

Foot prints of those birds

All that the world is to me

The wind is breaking the glass

That trembles across the empty trees

Do you know the cold walk?

Our walk is leaving me

While children are pulling snow sledges

In the whirlpool of gramophone thoughts

 

Burn and drown

Just this time

Let the love suffer

It is written on her forehead

She will come back tired from Belgrade

 

On the top of a snow house

Your word burnt me

It is not clear, all that

But the secret amuses them all

I am listening to our awakenings

Like a rooster from side lines

While the wind is sculpting across the snow

Asking where have you gone

The faraway city is glowing

In a dream of lovers and warriors

 

Burn and drown

Just this time

Let the love suffer

It is written on your fore head

You will come back tired from Belgrade

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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