Текст и перевод песни Gibonni - Posoljeni Zrak I Razlivena Tinta - Live

Posoljeni Zrak I Razlivena Tinta - Live

Ponekad sam pijan, do uha nasmijan
I duša mi je otvorena knjiga
Moje nebo je posoljeni zrak
A moje more razlivena tinta
Kome biti zahvalan, živote moj?

Krenem obalom koju dobro znam
Samo dva minuta pješice do luke
Gdje se djeca igraju, pred nama skrivaju
Iglom izbodene ruke

Pa opsujem da ne mogu prostije
Mada odavno sam pobjego iz geta
I mjesec iznad nas ima okus hostije
A cesta miris izgubljenog svijeta

Moje nebo sad je posoljeni zrak
A moje more razlivena tinta
Zato pjevam da ne pojede me mrak
Jer da nisam ovo ja bih bio boljka
Kome biti zahvalan, grade moj?

Ponekad sam pijan, do uha nasmijan
I život mi je otvorena priča
Ja se često spotaknem, al se uvijek dočekam
Ja sam čovjek koji nema briga
Kome biti zahvalan, grade moj?

Salty Air and Spilled Ink - Live

Sometimes I'm drunk, smiling to my ears
And my soul is an open book
My sky is salty air
And my sea is spilled ink
Whom should I thank, my life?

I walk along the shore that I know well
Just two minutes on foot to the harbor
Where children play, hiding from us
Arms pierced with needles

So I curse as freely as I can
Although I escaped the ghetto long ago
And the moon above us tastes like communion bread
And the road smells like a lost world

My sky is now salty air
And my sea is spilled ink
That's why I sing so that the darkness doesn't consume me
Because if I weren't this, I'd be a weed
Whom should I thank, my city?

Sometimes I'm drunk, smiling to my ears
And my life is an open story
I often stumble, but I always wait for myself
I am a man with no worries
Whom should I thank, my city?