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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