Pohujšanje v kotlini Šentlublanski
Mirella Kroes
Rahul
MMali B2B Rhaegal
Kader - Grad KodeljevoCorruption wants to steal into the land again,
shameless — to dupe the patriots,
wrapped in the fog of damned Ljubljana.
In fair Mirella, the servants' lust
for kisses grows, reached by the voice
of Endemit's devout.
The holy county company armed itself
in defense of virtue,
already driving out the impurity
that bedded down with the autonomous zone.
The underground they reserved for silver steeds —
their seats graced by Jacintas,
every exhibitionist profile worth the sinful look.
They choke the basin with the Pharisees
of green urbanism,
drown it in the sewage
of the C0-caine canal.
Her sons are victors on the real-estate battlefield —
the wanderer from the east
shoved into Metelkova's corner.
Even the chastity of celibacy flutters off,
willing, into fringes —
on an altar boy's shoulders.
In hell on damned earth, His Excellency
cons the devil himself!
Neue Slowenische Kunst, first fighter
on the event front, blares bovine tunes
across the basin — threatens fair Mirella —
the foreign spirit won't defile
the shrines of the rustic power guitar!
The patriots' firm faith he tied
to a thread from the dancing snake,
set out burek as an à la carte outpost for Olympija.
But Apollo turns his face
from the basin's blessed palaces
that fatten the plump artistic chosen.
He'll see the purest corruption
driven into the castle's den —
there the cargo of sins will pour
from the bared shoulders of the honest.
So voyeurs of the holiest mass,
lovers of non-instant pleasure, close ranks —
no God will come to grant indulgences.
The lesson awaits only the Fiend himself,
kneeling entranced before the mixing altar.
Corruption wants to steal into the land again,
shameless — to dupe the patriots,
wrapped in the fog of damned Ljubljana.
In fair Mirella, the servants' lust
for kisses grows, reached by the voice
of Endemit's devout.
The holy county company armed itself
in defense of virtue,
already driving out the impurity
that bedded down with the autonomous zone.
The underground they reserved for silver steeds —
their seats graced by Jacintas,
every exhibitionist profile worth the sinful look.
They choke the basin with the Pharisees
of green urbanism,
drown it in the sewage
of the C0-caine canal.
Her sons are victors on the real-estate battlefield —
the wanderer from the east
shoved into Metelkova's corner.
Even the chastity of celibacy flutters off,
willing, into fringes —
on an altar boy's shoulders.
In hell on damned earth, His Excellency
cons the devil himself!
Neue Slowenische Kunst, first fighter
on the event front, blares bovine tunes
across the basin — threatens fair Mirella —
the foreign spirit won't defile
the shrines of the rustic power guitar!
The patriots' firm faith he tied
to a thread from the dancing snake,
set out burek as an à la carte outpost for Olympija.
But Apollo turns his face
from the basin's blessed palaces
that fatten the plump artistic chosen.
He'll see the purest corruption
driven into the castle's den —
there the cargo of sins will pour
from the bared shoulders of the honest.
So voyeurs of the holiest mass,
lovers of non-instant pleasure, close ranks —
no God will come to grant indulgences.
The lesson awaits only the Fiend himself,
kneeling entranced before the mixing altar.
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Kader - Grad Kodeljevo
Kader at Grad Kodeljevo runs on two levels: a terrace and a bar upstairs for talking, and an intimate basement below where the techno lives.
Kader at Grad Kodeljevo runs on two levels: a terrace and a bar upstairs for talking, and an intimate basement below where the techno lives.
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