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Nostalgija

Grad miriše (Na šta?)
Na kapi kiše
Oluja grane njiše
Ova nostalgija za vrat mi diše
Pa ti pišem o vremenu koje nikada neće da se vrati više
I ovo lišće i vetar
Nekako krajem leta
Iz vedra neba u rebra
Preplavi me ta nekvalitetna seta i sentimentalna depra
Setim se svega prvi dan škole
Broje nas dok stojimo dvoje po dvoje
Prva simpatija, prvo pijanstvo
Prvi nastup, prvi ispit na faksu, taj miris i vazduh
Da miris i vazduh sve kroz filter sepije
Sve čega setim se je svetlije
Ko da je bilo bolje ko da je bilo lepše
Možda jeste, a možda je to samo jesen

Nostalgija (nazad u dan)
Kad je život siv i prazan
Vraćaš kazaljke unazad
Nostalgija
To je zarobljen trenutak
Film što vrtiš više puta

Ona je slatka ko Sangrija, nostalgija
Hipnotiše me ko magija
Ko rakija me napija, što je starija to je bolja
Lažne slike, lažan feeling koja drolja
Jer prošlost romantizujemo
I lažemo kad mrtve momente opisujemo
Iz ptičije retrospektive, gledam da idem napred
Ne da zapnem, ne da padnem kada god sa neba kapne
Kiša sprala je školicu, obris krede
Metafora za dane detinjstva što izblede
I zapaljen kontejner u mraku sija ko fenjer
I drveće u magli je samo podvučen lejer
Smanjen opacity, sve je Photoshop
Vreme se šminka kad shvati da je potrošno
Al suviše sam zao da ga zavolim
Sa "zabole me" stavom nisam dao da me zarobi,jer stao bi'

Nostalgija (nazad u dan)
Kad je život siv i prazan
Vraćaš kazaljke unazad
Nostalgija
To je zarobljen trenutak
Film što vrtiš više puta

Vreme ne merim danima jer
Mene vreme ne zanima
Ne to je samo teret, to je za amatere
Stare teme me temeljno remete da dalje krenem
Da palim kremen, tarem kamen o kamen?
Ja imam zippo.ajde da pravimo plamen
Ček.nešto mi pada na pamet
Svi vuku kofere prošlosti bolje da palim... odavde
Tap tap oni tapkaju u mestu
Tap tap dok ne razgaze zemlju
Kopaju grob jer ih plaši korak napred
Nemaju koordinate samo sede oko vatre
Jer su je jedva zapalili jednom
Dive se jer su radili vredno, jadno i bedno
Jer kiša gasi plamen, dok oni pričaju nad ognjem
O staroj vatri, ne videći groblje nostalgija

Nostalgija (nazad u dan)
Kad je život siv i prazan
Vraćaš kazaljke unazad
Nostalgija
To je zarobljen trenutak
Film što vrtiš više puta

Nostalgija (nazad u dan)
Kad je život siv i prazan
Vraćaš kazaljke unazad
Nostalgija
To je zarobljen trenutak
Film što vrtiš više puta

Nostalgia

The city smells like (What?)
Raindrops
The storm swings the branches
This nostalgia smells like my throat
So I write to you about a time that will never come back
And these leaves and the wind
Somehow by the end of summer
From the clear sky into my ribs
This low-quality walk and sentimental depravity overwhelms me
I remember everything on the first day of school
They count us as we stand in twos
First crush, first drunkenness
First performance, first exam in college, that smell and air
Yeah the smell and air goes through a sepia filter
All I remember is brighter
As if it was better as if it was more beautiful
Maybe it was, or maybe it's just autumn

Nostalgia (back to the day)
When life is grey and empty
You turn the clock back
Nostalgia
It's a captive moment
A movie that you play repeatedly

She's sweet as Sangria, nostalgia
Hypnotizes me like magic
She intoxicates me like brandy, the older the better
Fake images, fake feelings, what a joker
Because we romanticize the past
And lie when we describe dead moments
From a bird's-eye retrospective, I see that I'm moving forward
Not to stumble, not to fall whenever it rains from the sky
The rain washed away the blackboard, the outline of the chalk
A metaphor for the days of childhood that have faded
And the burning dumpster in the dark shines like a lantern
And the trees in the fog are just an underlined layer
Reduced opacity, everything is Photoshop
Time wears makeup when it realizes it's perishable
But I'm too mean to love it
With an "It hurts me" attitude, I didn't let it capture me, because I would have stopped

Nostalgia (back to the day)
When life is grey and empty
You turn the clock back
Nostalgia
It's a captive moment
A movie that you play repeatedly

I don't measure time by days because
Time does not interest me
No it's just a burden, it's for amateurs
Old issues deeply disturb me from moving on
To strike fire, to rub stone on stone?
I have a lighter. Let's make a flame
Wait. something comes to my mind
Everybody drags the suitcases of the past, I'd better burn... from here
Tap tap they tap in place
Tap tap until they crush the ground
They dig a grave because they are afraid of a step forward
They don't have coordinates, they just sit around the fire
Because they barely kindled it once
They boast because they worked hard, pathetically and miserably
Because the rain extinguishes the flame, while they talk about the fire
About the old fire, not seeing the cemetery of nostalgia

Nostalgia (back to the day)
When life is grey and empty
You turn the clock back
Nostalgia
It's a captive moment
A movie that you play repeatedly

Nostalgia (back to the day)
When life is grey and empty
You turn the clock back
Nostalgia
It's a captive moment
A movie that you play repeatedly