Translation of the song Virtuelno Ognjište artist Centurion

U početku beše reč,

In the beginning 'twas a word,

Putokaz postojan,

Steadfast signpost,

ako put sam sledio

If i followed the path,

rajskog sela sam bio dostojan.

of the paradisal village i was worthy.

Čedo novog poredka,

Child of the new order,

određuje životne norme.

dictates the standards of life.

Virtuelno ognjište

Virtual hearth

u vidu greha nove forme.

as a sin of the new form.

Zakon mase preovladava,

The law of mass prevails,

Veliki Brat decu odgaja...

a big brother raises the children...

Od Tvorčeve, volje odvaja.

Separates from the will of the maker.

A ja sam Božiji pastir,

But i am God's shepherd,

Koji čuva svoje stado.

guarding my herd.

Porodica svi na okupu,

The family altogether,

hipnotisani pred ekranom.

hypnotized in front of the screen.

Večno izloženi Tantalovoj muci,

Forever exposed to ordeal of Tantalus,

Našminkan leš sa čipom u ruci.

Made up corpse with the chip in it's hand.

Uplašen od dodira,

Afraid of the touches,

oko sebe formiram,

around myself i form,

svoje lično sklonište.

my own refuge.

Virtuelno ognjište.

Virtual hearth.

Betonska džungla me je odgajila,

The concrete jungle raised me,

Ušuškan u ruho nepisanih pravila.

Nestled in the attire of unwritten rules.

Ovo više nije život, pukog preživljavanja,

This is no longer a life of mere survival,

Udoban život razlog moga stradanja.

Comfortable life's the reason of my suffering.

Hemijski otrov navodnjava tlo,

Chemical venom irrigates the soil,

iz njega raste sintetički plod,

out of it grows a synthetic yield,

a zemlja puna otrova,

and the soil full of poison,

daruje nam novu jabuku razdora.

bestows us the new apple of strife.

Gluv, nem i slep, ja bdim kraj tebe,

Deaf,mute and blind i'm watching over you,

Ne čujem ti glas, ne vidim ti lice.

i don't hear your voice, i don't see your face.

Prepušten čarima nevidljivog zadovoljstva,

Left to the charms of invisible pleasures,

gubim poslednja, ljudska svojstva.

i'm losing the last of the human features.

Uplašen od dodira,

Afraid of the touches,

oko sebe formiram,

around myself i form,

svoje lično skloniste.

my own refuge.

Virtuelno ognjište.

Virtual hearth.