Prefect (from the Latin praefectus, perfect participle of praeficere: "make in front", i.e., put in charge) is a magisterial title of varying definition.
A prefect's office, department, or area of control is called a prefecture, but in various post-Roman cases there is a prefect without a prefecture or vice versa. The words "prefect" and "prefecture" are also used, more or less conventionally, to render analogous words in other languages, especially Romance languages.
Praefectus, often with a further qualification, was the formal title of many, fairly low to high-ranking, military or civil officials in the Roman Empire, whose authority was not embodied in their person (as it was with elected Magistrates) but conferred by delegation from a higher authority. They did have some authority in their prefecture such as controlling prisons and in civil administration.
The Praetorian prefect (Praefectus praetorio) began as the military commander of a general's guard company in the field, then grew in importance as the Praetorian Guard became a potential kingmaker during the Empire. From the Emperor Diocletian's tetrarchy (c. 300) they became the administrators of the four Praetorian prefectures, the government level above the (newly created) dioceses and (multiplied) provinces.
Next Time (sometimes rendered "Некст Тајм" in Macedonian Cyrillic) is a rock duo from Skopje, Republic of Macedonia. The duo consists of twin brothers Martin and Stefan Filipovski. Stefan fronts the band as the lead singer, while Martin plays the guitar and sings back-up vocals. The group represented Macedonia at the Eurovision Song Contest 2009 in Moscow, Russia but failed to reach the final.
Next Time was formed in early 2008 after they signed with Plan B Production. Previously they performed as a garage band at children's music festivals. Discovered by composer and songwriter, Jovan Jovanov, the Macedonian duo released their first single "Ne Veruvam Vo Tebe" ("I Don't Believe in You") in May, 2008. The song's lyrics were written by Next Time with Jovanov as the producer. "Ne Veruvam Vo Tebe" immediately topped a number of charts in Macedonia and was quickly a hit which shot Next Time through the roof of the Macedonian music scene.[citation needed] The band also released their first music video for the song. Next Time's first festival appearance was at the First Radio Music Festival "Zvezdena Nok" in June, 2008. At "Zvezdena Nok", the duo won the "Summer Hit of the Year" award with their second song "Me Mislish Li?" ("Am I In Your Thoughts?"). Two months later at Ohrid Fest, Next Time were voted "Best New Artist" with their third single "Me Ostavi Sam Da Zhiveam" ("You Left Me All Alone"). Next Time's biggest festival success came in October when they won the second semi-final at MakFest. With their fourth single "Bez Tebe Tivko Umiram" ("I'm Slowly Dying Without You") they went on to finish second in the final, only three points behind the winner.
Mialem dziesiec lat
Gdy uslyszal o nim swiat
W mej piwnicy byl nasz klub
Kumpel radio zniosl
Uslyszalem "Blue Sued Shoes"
I nie moglem w nocy spac
Wujek Jozek zmarl
Darowane reszty kar
Znow sie mozna bylo smiac
W kawiarniany gwar
Jak tornado jazz sie wdarl
I ja tez chcialem grac
Ojciec, Bog wie gdzie
Martenowski stawial piec
Mnie paznokiec z palca zszedl
Z gryfu zostal wior
Gralem milion roznych bzdur
I poznalem co to seks
Pocztowkowy szal
Kazdy z nas ich piecset mial
Zamiast nowej pary dzins
A w sobotnia noc
Byl Luksemburg, chata, szklo
Jakze sie chcialo zyc!
Bylo nas trzech
W kazdym z nas inna krew
Ale jeden przyswiecal nam cel
Za kilka lat
Miec u stop caly swiat
Lecz wszystkiego
Alpagi lyk
I dyskusje po swit
Niecierpliwy w nas ciskal sie duch
Ktos dostal w nos
To poplakal sie ktos
Cos dzialo sie
Poroznila nas
Za je Poli Raksy twarz
Kazdy by sie zabic dal
W pewna letnia noc
Gdzies na dach wynioslem koc
I dostalem to, com chcial
Powiedziala mi, ze klopoty moga byc
Ja jej, ze egzamin mam
Odkrecila gaz
Nie zapukal nikt na czas
Znow jak pies, bylem sam
Stu roznych rol
Czym ugasic moj bol
Nauczylo mnie zycie jak nikt
W wyrku na wznak
Przechlapalem swoj czas
Najleprzy czas
W knajpie dla braw
Kelner kazal mi grac
Takie Rzeczy, ze jeszcze mi wstyd
Pewnego dnia
Zrozumialem, ze ja
Nie umie nic
Sluchaj mnie, tam
Pokonalem sie sam
Oto wysnil sie Wielki Moj Sen
Tysieczny tlum
Spija slowa z mych ust
Kochaja mie
W hotelu fan
Mowi: "Na tasmie mam
To, jak w gardlach im rodzi sie spiew"
Otwieram drzwi
I nie mowie juz nic
Do czterech scian
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