Текст и перевод песни Kendi - Van Pameti

Van Pameti

Od smole lepljivi prsti, mrvim, rolam, povučem dim
U ogledalu mi se gospodin mršti, mog'o bi da se potučem s njim
Nemam snage, ali ne žmurim, ja gledam kroz kapke
Rendgenski vid ko Klark Kent, vezan o zid i parket kao Neo na meni 1001 agent Smith
Izmedju 4 zgrade, postavljen u 4 zida
Tek je 4 sata, ja sam premoren i ostajem bez rekvizita
Sebi sipam kocku leda... otvorim drugu bocu Jack-a
Posle čega me čeka uzani usrani trosed i deka
Jer je gospodja legla u susednu sobu u udoban krevet ja tu sam na podu
I rado bi ust'o da mogu i uz'o bi usranu motku,
Al bolje da joj ustupim sobu... pametniji popusti,
Glup ne oprosti, tu je da dopusti propast
Pa ponos i obraz u odnosu odnose poraz
U odnosu na juče... u stanu atmosfera... mir i tišina
Od sinoćne verbalne tuče, čestice gneva, dim i prašina
Prvo zatišje, posle jebačina, kocka je bačena
Prosta jednačina, postajem jači, ti slobodno plači, al' ovo znači rat

U glavi projektujem sranja, puca mi film
Iste karte kako god da promešam špil
Krene rat i nakratko nam prekine mir
Al' sutra vec je dobro, ponovo se osećam živim
Ponovo živ, ponovo živa
Ponovo mi, ponovo množina
Pa to smo opet ja i ti, stari tim,

Samim tim, sve te naše svadje su van pameti, eej

Krvave oči, naduven i naduvan, smrdim na duvan, pušim od muke
...i besa, veza ko živi pesak, tonemo jer nećemo da pružimo ruke
Oprezno hodam ko po mraku, za našu ljubav kopam raku
Ne žmurim, gledam u kapke ko na fimskom platnu bioskopa u paklu (Tuckwood)
Njen parfem u vazduhu, dlake na jastuku, u nastavku sjebane večeri
Ja sam u tripu da smo u beefu, iako smo se pre toga jebali k'o zečevi
Moja majica i torba njena u hodniku zaboravljena je u ludoj avanturi
Tange na klaviru, brus na lusteru, moja košulja na ugaonoj garnituri
Tvoja haljina u kujni, a nakon seksa i našeg bekstva u spavaću sobu
Prazne flaše Becksa, prazna pakovanja Du-rexa na podu,

A onda kreće... da pominje moje bivše i svoje bivše
Lako povrediš me kad sa njima porediš me jer me okriviš stvarno dokle više

U glavi projektujem sranja, puca mi film
Iste karte kako god da promešam špil
Krene rat i nakratko nam prekine mir
Al sutra vec je dobro, ponovo se osećam živim
Ponovo živ, ponovo živa

Ponovo mi, ponovo množina
Pa to smo opet ja i ti, stari tim,
Samim tim, sve te naše svadje su van pameti, eej

I znam da nisi savršena, al' pizdim na takav stav od žena
Kad me prcaš u mozak, a tako si hladna i jebeno staložena
Ja sam stalno naložen, al' sada stvarno ne lažem
Ovaj film u režiji paukove mreže je završen
Mi smo zamršeni, mi smo zaraženi,
Mi smo bolesno ponosni, ovo nisu odnosi odraslih, mi smo klinci
Držimo balans k'o klovan na žici, na biciklu k'o u cirkusu, ti nisi u ciklusu
Takva si uvek, dereš se pa ćutiš i samo zato znam to
Da reči preteške su, pa pleteš vezu od zlata ćutanjem, to nije zlato
To je isto ono živo blato, koje nas vuče na dno, ko brod na pučini
Muči me što ne izvučemo poruku u boci za učinjenu bol
I zašto da tako dotučeni čekamo i na fataliti
Jer ti si pametna i ja sam pametan, al' ova rasprava je van pameti

Out of Our Minds

Fingers sticky from resin, I crumble, roll, and inhale the smoke
The gentleman in the mirror frowns at me, I could pick a fight with him
I have no strength, but I don't close my eyes, I see through my eyelids
X-ray vision like Clark Kent, tied to the wall and floor like Neo, with 1001 Agent Smiths on me
Between 4 buildings, placed within 4 walls
It's only 4 o'clock, I'm exhausted and running out of props
I pour myself an ice cube... open another bottle of Jack
After which, a narrow, crappy sofa and a blanket await me
Because the lady has gone to bed in the next room, in a comfortable bed, I'm here on the floor
And I'd gladly get up if I could and grab a damn stick,
But it's better to give her the room... the smarter one gives in,
The stupid one doesn't forgive, he's there to allow the downfall
So pride and honor in the relationship bring defeat
Compared to yesterday... the atmosphere in the apartment... peace and quiet
From last night's verbal fight, particles of anger, smoke, and dust
The first lull after the fucking, the die is cast
A simple equation, I become stronger, you're free to cry, but this means war

I project shit in my head, my film snaps
Same cards no matter how I shuffle the deck
The war starts and briefly interrupts our peace
But tomorrow is already good, I feel alive again
Alive again, alive again
Me again, plural again
So it's me and you again, the old team,

Therefore, all these fights of ours are out of our minds, hey

Bloody eyes, swollen and high, I smell like tobacco, I smoke from anguish
...and anger, a relationship like quicksand, we sink because we won't reach out
I walk carefully as if in the dark, I dig a grave for our love
I don't close my eyes, I stare at my eyelids like on a movie screen in hell's cinema (Tuckwood)
Her perfume in the air, hair on the pillow, in the continuation of a fucked-up evening
I'm tripping that we're beefing, even though we were fucking like rabbits before that
My shirt and her bag forgotten in the hallway in a crazy adventure
Thongs on the piano, bra on the chandelier, my shirt on the corner sofa
Your dress in the kitchen, and after sex and our escape to the bedroom
Empty Becks bottles, empty Durex packages on the floor,

And then it starts... mentioning my exes and her exes
You easily hurt me when you compare me to them because you really blame me, enough already

I project shit in my head, my film snaps
Same cards no matter how I shuffle the deck
The war starts and briefly interrupts our peace
But tomorrow is already good, I feel alive again
Alive again, alive again

Me again, plural again
So it's me and you again, the old team,
Therefore, all these fights of ours are out of our minds, hey

And I know you're not perfect, but I'm pissed at that attitude from women
When you fuck with my brain, and you're so cold and damn composed
I'm always turned on, but now I'm really not lying
This film directed by the spider's web is over
We're entangled, we're infected,
We're sickly proud, these aren't adult relationships, we're kids
We keep our balance like a clown on a wire, on a bicycle like in a circus, you're not in your cycle
You're always like this, you yell and then you're silent, and that's the only reason I know that
Words are too heavy, so you weave a connection of gold with silence, that's not gold
That's the same quicksand, that pulls us down, like a ship on the open sea
It pains me that we don't pull out a message in a bottle for the pain inflicted
And why should we, so beaten, wait for a fatality
Because you're smart and I'm smart, but this argument is out of our minds