Paroles et traduction Beogradski Sindikat - Glavom u zid

Glavom u zid

U poslednje vreme, stalno te srecem, samog na klupi u parku, sedis, pricas sa flasom, pravis se da me ne vidis, ne znas sta bi mi rek'o, a ja te izbegavam i uvek predjem preko.
Sad daleko i strano mi deluju oni dani, kad u kraju svi su znali kad bas ti prodjes ulicom, najnoviji prevoz sa nadrkanom muzikom i najboljom cupikom, a ti u elementu.
Sa osmehom na licu, svi se grabe oko tebe, vrtis ture u kaficu, sijas punim sjajem.
Znam, oduvek svi su te mrzeli, al' su ti se slihtali, a klinci te imitirali, tvoje fore skidali.
I uvek su se tripovali da budu tvoji puleni, da budu vidjeni sa tobom, k'o psi bi bili srecni.
A i ti si bio takav na pocetku karijere, pratio si starije i skupljao poene.
Sitne kradje, prevare, brze tike su sevale, nisi nikog zareziv'o dok si svoje ime gradio.
Preko leseva si gazio u ostvarenju svoga cilja.
I najboljeg druga, ako tu je neka kinta, bi ostavio u blatu da za tvoje dugove ispasta, da mu odradis ribu, to ti nije bilo nista.
Nisi bio mnogo hrabar, al' brzo si se namaz'o, u pucnjavi na splavu, satro tu si se dokazao.
To se gradom brzo proculo, iako nisi ti pucao i od tada sve je pocelo munjevitom brzinom.
Od trenutka kad u prvu kombinaciju si upao, preko siptarske veze, brdo prese tad si kupov'o.
Krajcov'o pakete, jer si uvek bio alav, sve si hteo preko noci, bio si mnogo gladan.
Secam se, kol'ko si se radov'o kad su klinci izvalili eksere, valj'o si ih na stotine.
Ubrzo si kupio i prvu kilu, razbio je na kvotere, a pare su se slivale u tvoje prepune dzepove.
Postao si bahat, za sobom ostavlj'o si repove, gubio si drugove, a mnozio si grehove.
Cetvrtaci su culi za tvoje velike poslove, pa je palo prvo hapsenje i pocelo je drukanje.
Tvoja veza za snabdevanje od pevanja pukla je i po celom gradu culo se...
Ti mislis sve je tvoje,
Sve preko noci moze,
Al' shvatis da je kasno
Tek kad glavom udaris u zid.
Ti juris svoje snove,
Al' to su nocne more,
I kad se probudis,
Sad kako da se pomiris sa tim.
Pubovi su te unajmili da valjas njihovu robu, dok ti cinkaris druge oni na jedno oko zazmure.
Ne znajuci za to, mnogi su ti se poveravali, da bi sutra, zbog toga, u,, 29-om" zavrsavali.
Sa lisicama na rukama i kesama na glavi, u najgorim mukama, koliko samo ljudi i dalje zbog tebe lezi.
To je bilo zlatno vreme za gnjidu poput tebe, jer si se fur'o pun sebe, bez obzira na druge.
Imao si mocne partnere, bkoji bi se pobrinuli da kroz dzunglu na asfaltu uvek prokrce ti put.
Postao si pravi mali tajkun, glavni privrednik u kraju, imao si stosta, al' ti nije bilo dosta.
Tada si jos uvek mogao bez kazne da prodjes, jer u ovoj divljoj zemljii gori prevaranti od tebe su se izvukli, a da nisu platili, ni na mostu ni na cupriji.
Tada si se zajebao, tvoji mali izleti nisu se svideli muriji.
Postao si rizican, jer profit naglo se smanjio, vise nisu imali dobar uvidu to sta si radio, sta i kome si valjao, kome i za sta si davao.
Sve vise i vise si trosio, sve manje i manje si vracao, sve dok se jednog dana nisi nasao u sumi, vezan za drvo, s' ekipom koja te muci, prebijen na mrtvo.
Tvoje izmrcvareno telo na sto mesta je puklo, unutrasnje krvarenje, svi su mislili da si umro.
A i bolje bi ti bilo, bovako ne znas sta te ceka, za razliku od nekad vise nemas svoja ledja.
Vise nema tvojih snova, para, poslova i kola, vise nema tvojih prica, klinci imaju novog idola.
Ti si otpisan za sve, mrtav covek koji hoda, ti si poslednji talog, svuda nosis svoju propast.
Svi se sklanjaju od tebe, k'o od kuge i kolere, svi pamte kakav gad si bio, niko te ne jebe.
Ti si dokaz pohlepe, kao najnize pobude, koja ako te obuzme ne moze nigde da te odvede.
Samo jos jedan pijanac iz parka, sa omcom oko vrata, prolazan k'o kisa jednog usamljenog oblaka.
Jedna zvezda, koja je samo na trenutak zasjala, pa je pala.
Ti mislis sve je tvoje,
Sve preko noci moze,
Al' shvatis da je kasno
Tek kad glavom udaris u zid.
Ti juris svoje snove,
Al' to su nocne more,
I kad se probudis,
Sad kako da se pomiris sa tim.

Headfirst into the Wall

Lately, I keep running into you, alone on that park bench, sitting, talking to your bottle, pretending you don't see me, not knowing what to say. And I avoid you, always crossing the street.
Those days seem so distant and strange now, when everyone in the neighborhood knew when you walked by, blasting the latest music with the best girl by your side, you were in your element.
With a smile on your face, everyone flocked around you, buying you rounds at the cafe, you were shining bright.
I know, everyone always hated you, but they still sucked up to you, and the kids imitated you, copied your every move.
They always tripped over themselves to be your protégé, to be seen with you, they'd be happy as dogs.
And you were like that too at the start of your career, following the older guys, earning your stripes.
Petty thefts, scams, quick deals were flying, you didn't screw anyone over while building your name.
You walked over corpses to achieve your goals.
Even your best friend, if there was money involved, you'd leave him in the dirt to suffer for your debts, to take the fall for you, it meant nothing to you.
You weren't very brave, but you quickly got involved, in that shooting at the raft, that's where you proved yourself.
Word spread through the city fast, even though you didn't pull the trigger, and from then on everything started happening at lightning speed.
From the moment you got into your first deal, through that Albanian connection, you were buying mountains of stuff.
Cutting corners on packages, because you were always greedy, you wanted everything overnight, you were starving.
I remember how happy you were when the kids scored those pills, you were selling them by the hundreds.
Soon you bought your first kilo, broke it down into quarters, and the money was pouring into your overflowing pockets.
You became arrogant, leaving a trail of messes behind you, losing friends, and multiplying your sins.
The higher-ups heard about your big deals, and then came the first arrest and the snitching began.
Your supply chain cracked from the singing, and the whole city heard...
You think everything is yours,
Everything can happen overnight,
But you realize it's too late
Only when you hit the wall headfirst.
You chase your dreams,
But they're nightmares,
And when you wake up,
Now how do you come to terms with that.
The pubs hired you to sell their stuff, while you snitched on others they turned a blind eye.
Without knowing it, many confided in you, only to end up in "29" because of it the next day.
With handcuffs on their wrists and bags over their heads, in the worst torment, how many people are still suffering because of you.
That was a golden age for a scumbag like you, because you were full of yourself, regardless of others.
You had powerful partners who would make sure you always had a clear path through the asphalt jungle.
You became a real little tycoon, the main businessman in the neighborhood, you had a lot, but it wasn't enough for you.
Back then you could still get away without punishment, because in this wild land, even bigger crooks than you got away without paying, neither on the bridge nor at the tollbooth.
That's when you screwed up, your little escapades didn't sit well with the cops.
You became a liability, because the profit suddenly dropped, they no longer had a good insight into what you were doing, what and to whom you were selling, to whom and for what you were giving.
You were spending more and more, returning less and less, until one day you found yourself in the woods, tied to a tree, with a crew torturing you, beaten half to death.
Your mangled body was broken in a hundred places, internal bleeding, everyone thought you were dead.
And it would have been better for you, because now you don't know what awaits you, unlike before, you no longer have your back covered.
There are no more dreams, money, deals, and cars, no more of your stories, the kids have a new idol.
You're written off by everyone, a dead man walking, you're the bottom of the barrel, carrying your downfall everywhere.
Everyone avoids you like the plague and cholera, everyone remembers what a jerk you were, nobody cares about you.
You are proof of greed, as the lowest of impulses, which if it consumes you, can lead you nowhere.
Just another drunk from the park, with a noose around his neck, fleeting like the rain of a lonely cloud.
A star that shone only for a moment, and then fell.
You think everything is yours,
Everything can happen overnight,
But you realize it's too late
Only when you hit the wall headfirst.
You chase your dreams,
But they're nightmares,
And when you wake up,
Now how do you come to terms with that.