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Nisko

Hoćeš vidjet ispijena lica žrtava sudbine
Zum slike rata kroz koje se čuje zvuk mine
Uključi zvučnike pa ćeš čut putnike
Koji u kontejnerima vide svoje rudnike
Rutinske operacije što prođu krivo
Život ode u kolica, a nisi to očekivo
Pa te gledaju ko konja na samrti
Naglašeno žalosni jer misle da se bojiš tuđe radosti
Zanosi, naivne gadosti glupe mladosti
Životni moto: ako može jedan onda ajmo svi
Neke samohrane majke hrane samo potrebu
Za samosažaljenjem, a izlaze u bundi na operu
Pitaš se ko je u tvojem društvu licemjer
Vjerojatno taj koji neprestano priča viceve
Priče se mijenjaju, odu daleko od istine
Al kada staviš uho na školjku sve je to isti drek

A nisko ispod sivog neba, meni jedino trebaju
Mir i tišina da bi mi život bio sretan
Ispod neba, na nebo krivo gledam
Pa kad poraste ego pored mene nikog nema
Jer nisko ispod sivog neba meni jedino treba
Dio neba da bi mi život bio sretan
Ispod neba slikar sa kistom vreba
U glavi tristo tema, al na slici ništa nemam

Život nije svetinja, život je kurvetina
Na dijeti ljetima, a ostatak godine pretila
Briši sjećanja iz djetinjstva kad ti se beznačajna
Baba prijetila, vrijeđala te pa rekla sjedni, dva
Jedina važna stvar je svakom nešto drugo
Pa me nemoj svakodnevno zamarati vječnom tugom
Jer je ljubav samo osjećaj da ti je s nekim dobro
Ma šalim se
Vrati se sa mnom tamo gdje nemamo granice
Osim neba dok pravi svijet zatvaramo u ladice
Sram i smijeh idu zajedno kad čovjek gradi se
Al zamijene ih jad i bijes kada ti se zgadi sve
Pišem stranice napada kojim branim se
Od nakaza što odnose gledaju kroz novčanice
Pa poslušaj pozorno i čut ćeš ishod
U istom ritmu ovaj puta idem nisko

Pusti me na miru, imam još jednu krizu
U kaotičnom nizu i ne želim nikog blizu
Kad su emocije ledene brzo postane sklisko
U istom ritmu ovaj puta idem nisko

Low

Do you want to see the drained faces of victims of fate
Zoom in on the pictures of war through which the sound of a mine can be heard
Turn up the speakers and you'll hear the travelers
Who see their mines in containers
Routine operations that go wrong
Life goes into a wheelchair, and you didn't expect it
So they look at you like a horse on the verge of death
Emphasizing their sadness because they think you're afraid of other people's joy
Whims, naive nastiness of stupid youth
Life motto: if one can, then let's all
Some single mothers feed only their need
For self-pity, and they go out in a fur coat to the opera
You wonder who the hypocrite is in your company
Probably the one who constantly tells jokes
Stories change, they go far from the truth
But when you put your ear to the seashell, it's all the same crap

And low under the gray sky, I only need
Peace and quiet for my life to be happy
Under the sky, I look at the sky crookedly
So when my ego grows, there's no one beside me
Because low under the gray sky I only need
A piece of the sky for my life to be happy
Under the sky, a painter with a brush lurks
Three hundred themes in my head, but I have nothing on the canvas

Life is not sacred, life is a whore
On a diet in the summer, and the rest of the year overweight
Erase the memories from childhood when you're insignificant
Grandma threatened you, insulted you and then said sit down, two
The only important thing is something different for everyone
So don't bother me every day with eternal sadness
Because love is just a feeling that you are good with someone
I'm kidding
Come back with me to where we have no limits
Except the sky while we close the real world in drawers
Shame and laughter go together when a person builds himself
But they are replaced by misery and anger when you get sick of everything
I write pages of attacks with which I defend myself
From freaks who take away and look through banknotes
So listen carefully and you will hear the outcome
To the same rhythm this time I'm going low

Leave me alone, I'm having another crisis
In a chaotic series and I don't want anyone close
When emotions are icy, it quickly becomes slippery
To the same rhythm this time I'm going low