Paroles et traduction Elemental - Dobar Dan

Dobar Dan

Ispraznio sam ladicu, stavio sve u kutiju
Spremio svoju šalicu, stvari što sa mnom putuju
Jer puko mi je film, boli me već znaš šta
Dižem sidro odavde, mater im njihova
Nema oproštajne zabave, poklona od kolega
Izlazim na kišnu ulicu jer dosta mi je svega
Nek me zalije, kiša smoči me, radije neg ovo tupilo
Ne mogu, stvarno ne mogu, previše tog se skupilo
Vozim kući zadnji put sa posla, slušam tupi zvuk brisača
Okolina to ne shvaća, meni se tamo ne vraća
Nisam za to, sve vrijeme sam to znao
Sad se čudim samom sebi što sam uopće tol'ko ostao
Dosta i previše sranja za malo para
Niti za to imam dara, nit' se tamo nešto stvara
Idem kući, ne vraćam se i puca mi što će bit
Rađe pošteno gladan nego kurvanjski da sam sit
I taman kad sam mislio već opsovati nešto
Stvari su samo nekako sjele na svoje mjesto
Gurnem ključ u bravu dok ulazim u stan
I pomislim, ovo je bio dobar dan

Ovo je zbilja dobar dan
Ovo je zbilja dobar dan, dan, dan
Dan kada mislim samo na sebe
Ovo je zbilja dobar dan

Opet su se skupile oko kafe-aparata
Da komentiraju kolege iza zatvorenih vrata
Hihoću se glupavo, sve smatraju smiješnim
Srednjevječne gospođe u majicama pretijesnim
Prolazim pored, osjećam poglede na leđima
Teško je u takvoj situaciji ostat normalna
A šef ko šef, olinjali pervertit
Za mlado meso ima razvijen apetit
Zatrpava me poslom, dok u uredu gladi kitu
Cijele dane na domjencima glumi elitu
Vidim da me gleda, mesari me buljavim očima
Pomislim, ako me opet dirne, ubit ću ga
"Kolegice dajte dođite, nešto mi nije jasno"
I njegova ruka na mom dupetu, ma prekrasno
Nakon stotog puta, napokon gubim živce
"Jebem vam mater, gospodine", pljunem mu u lice
Istrčavam iz ureda, trpam stvari, dosta je govana
Ne želim se više osjećat silovana
Suznih očiju, na rubu, vučem se do kuće
Napravila sam nešto za sebe, razmišljam dok me kiša tuče
I taman kad sam mislila opsovati nešto
Stvari su napokon legle na svoje mjesto
Gurnem ključ u bravu dok ulazim u stan
I pomislim, ovo je bio dobar dan

Ovo je zbilja dobar dan
Ovo je zbilja dobar dan, dan, dan
Dan kada mislim samo na sebe
Ovo je zbilja dobar dan
Ovo je zbilja dobar dan
Ovo je zbilja dobar dan, dan, dan
Dan kada mislim samo na sebe
Ovo je zbilja dobar dan

Kolko sam puta istrpio, kolko prešutio
Samo da ne bi po nosu dobio
Kolko sam puta glavu pognuo, kolko pregrmio
Samo da ne bih sigurnost izgubio
Koliko ustupaka, sve jer sam se bojao
Da tlo pod nogama ne bih izgubio
Koliko slomova, koliko
Sve bi to izbjego samo da sam im'o više petlje
Kolko sam puta istrpio, kolko prešutio
Samo da ne bi po nosu dobio
Kolko sam puta glavu pognuo, kolko pregrmio
Samo da ne bih sigurnost izgubio
Koliko ustupaka, sve jer sam se bojao
Da tlo pod nogama ne bih izgubio
Koliko slomova, koliko
Sve bi to izbjego samo da sam im'o više petlje

Ovo je zbilja dobar dan
Ovo je zbilja dobar dan, dan, dan
Dan kada mislim samo na sebe
Ovo je zbilja dobar dan
Ovo je zbilja dobar dan
Ovo je zbilja dobar dan, dan, dan
Dan kada mislim samo na sebe
Ovo je zbilja dobar dan

Good Day

I emptied my drawer, put everything in a box
Packed my mug, the things that travel with me
'Cause I've had enough, it hurts, you know what
I'm raising anchor from here, damn them all
No farewell party, no gifts from colleagues
I'm stepping out into the rainy street 'cause I'm sick of everything
Let it pour, let the rain soak me, rather than this dullness
I can't, I really can't, too much has piled up
Driving home for the last time from work, listening to the dull sound of the wipers
Those around don't understand, I'm not going back there
I'm not cut out for it, I've known it all along
Now I'm surprised at myself that I even stayed this long
Too much shit for little money
I have no talent for it, nor is anything being created there
I'm going home, I'm not coming back, and I don't care what will happen
I'd rather be honestly hungry than be a well-fed whore
And just when I thought I'd curse something
Things just somehow fell into place
I put the key in the lock as I enter the apartment
And I think, this was a good day

This is a really good day
This is a really good day, day, day
A day when I think only of myself
This is a really good day

They've gathered around the coffee machine again
To gossip about colleagues behind closed doors
They giggle stupidly, they find everything funny
Middle-aged ladies in too-tight shirts
I walk by, I feel their stares on my back
It's hard to stay normal in such a situation
And the boss, like any boss, a washed-up pervert
He has a developed appetite for young flesh
He overwhelms me with work, while he strokes his dick in the office
He pretends to be elite at receptions all day long
I see him looking at me, butchering me with his bulging eyes
I think, if he touches me again, I'll kill him
"Come here, colleague, something isn't clear to me"
And his hand on my ass, how wonderful
After the hundredth time, I finally lose my temper
"Fuck you, mister," I spit in his face
I run out of the office, grabbing my things, enough of this shit
I don't want to feel violated anymore
With tears in my eyes, on the edge, I drag myself home
I did something for myself, I think as the rain beats down on me
And just when I thought I'd curse something
Things finally fell into place
I put the key in the lock as I enter the apartment
And I think, this was a good day

This is a really good day
This is a really good day, day, day
A day when I think only of myself
This is a really good day
This is a really good day
This is a really good day, day, day
A day when I think only of myself
This is a really good day

How many times have I endured, how much have I kept silent
Just so I wouldn't get punched in the face
How many times have I lowered my head, how much have I weathered
Just so I wouldn't lose my security
How many concessions, all because I was afraid
That I would lose the ground beneath my feet
How many breakdowns, how many
I would have avoided all of this if only I had more guts
How many times have I endured, how much have I kept silent
Just so I wouldn't get punched in the face
How many times have I lowered my head, how much have I weathered
Just so I wouldn't lose my security
How many concessions, all because I was afraid
That I would lose the ground beneath my feet
How many breakdowns, how many
I would have avoided all of this if only I had more guts

This is a really good day
This is a really good day, day, day
A day when I think only of myself
This is a really good day
This is a really good day
This is a really good day, day, day
A day when I think only of myself
This is a really good day