Текст и перевод песни Scriptor - Iva Ili Ivona

Iva Ili Ivona

Znaš ono kad su ljudi sami i sami stoje u tami
Jer se boje društva, bez iskustva, bezvoljni i hladni
Kao da žive u nadi da će se stanje promjenit
Ali svaki put kad sat udari isto stoje stvari
Takva je bila i ona, Iva ili Ivona
Više se ne sjećam, samo znam da je bila skromna
U potrazi za vratima uklapanja u razred
Gdje svaki put navrati, al ju nikad ne zapaze
Uvijek sjedi sama, prisutna na sjednicama
Sata razredne zajednice gdje drugi nemaju srama
A ona ima ideju, želi reć al nema glasa
Jer ju čeka spremna masa sa ciljem da se rasplamsa
Zajebancija na njen račun jer djevojka jedva čuje
Pa treba dulje vrijeme da razumije druge ljude
"Prozvali su je gluha", a pri tom misle i glupa
Gruba grupa iz redova školskih klupa joj se ruga misli

Heeej, zašto me nitko ne čuje
Misli heeej, zašto sam nitko i uljez
Misli heeej (Zašto, zašto?) glas iznutra vrišti
Ali vani zvuk najtiši, opet svaki puta
Misli heeej, zašto sam na svijetu sama
Misli heeej, zašto živim u svijetu srama
Misli heeej (Zašto, zašto?) glas iznutra vrišti
Ali vani zvuk najtiši, uvijek isti muk misli

Vidjet nju na slici razreda je bilo teško kao
Vidjet komad starog nakita što ti je greškom pao
A i kad ga nađeš kazeš nešto krajnje smješno kao
Vidi ovo, tko bi reko, našao sam nešto staro
Zamisli život u ritmu muzike za sprovode gdje
Ti je zao što postojiš dok se drugi provode
I govore ti kroz zloban osmjeh da si ti frik
Poput Gospodara što ti želi uskratit kisik
Misli (Heeej) zašto sam na svijetu sama
Jesam li stvarno tu s vama ili ipak sve to sanjam
Mora da je sve to san, a bit će da je nekog sram
Probudit me iz mekog sna pa nemam druge nego sama
Opterecena je jer dnevno susreće barem deset ljudi
Svijet se cudi takvoj curi, ona plače jer se trudi
Jer tko je čovjek da drugom sudi
I izvrće ga ruglu pod budnim okom drugih ljudi misli

Heeej, zašto me nitko ne čuje
Misli heeej, zašto sam nitko i uljez
Misli heeej (Zašto, zašto?) glas iznutra vrišti
Ali vani zvuk najtiši, opet svaki puta
Misli heeej, zašto sam na svijetu sama
Misli heeej, zašto živim u svijetu srama
Misli heeej (Zašto, zašto?) glas iznutra vrišti
Ali vani zvuk najtiši, uvijek isti muk misli

Gledala je ispred hodajući školskim hodnikom
Plodnim tlom za omalovazavanje i ponizno
Odslušala grozni ton zvona tako monoton
I krenula po podu prolijevat olovno gorivo
Pozadinski zvuci vrištanja iz referade
I zakočena vrata od strane teške barikade
Nisu ometali Ivu, sada se sjecam imena
Nagluha djevojka koja je htjela bit viđena
I evo ga, napokon ju cijeli svemir vidi,
Cijeli svijet se divi, samo zbog nje sada sve se dimi
Imitira profesore, i izruguje se svima
Dok ih guta boja siva, oblak dima, ona prima
I posljednju šibicu, pa uz osmjeh citira Ibricu
Još samo ovaj put ste mogli zadirkivat Ivicu
Al sutra bit će prekasno, nespretno i nejasno
Ispusti šibicu i kroz suze izusti: prekrasno

Iva or Ivona

You know when people are alone and stand alone in the dark,
Because they are afraid of society, without experience, listless, and cold,
As if they live in hope that the situation will change,
But every time the clock strikes, things stay the same.
That's how she was, Iva or Ivona,
I don't remember anymore; I just know she was modest,
In search of a door to fit in,
Where she always stops by but is never noticed.
She always sits alone, present at the meetings,
Of the class council where others have no shame,
And she has an idea, she wants to say but has no voice,
Because a ready-made mob awaits her, aiming to flare up,
Making fun of her because the girl can barely hear,
So it takes her longer to understand other people.
"They called her deaf," and by that they also mean stupid,
A rough group from the rows of school desks mocks her in their thoughts.

Hey, why doesn't anyone hear me?
She thinks, hey, why am I a nobody and an outcast?
She thinks hey (Why, why?) the voice inside screams,
But outside, the sound is faintest, again every time.
She thinks hey, why am I alone in the world?
She thinks hey, why do I live in a world of shame?
She thinks hey (Why, why?) the voice inside screams,
But outside, the sound is faintest, always the same silent thoughts.

Seeing her in the class picture was as hard as
Seeing a piece of old jewelry that you accidentally dropped,
And even when you find it, you say something utterly ridiculous, like
Look at this, who would have thought, I found something old.
Imagine life to the rhythm of funeral music where
You regret existing while others are having fun
And tell you with an evil grin that you're a freak,
Like the Lord who wants to deprive you of oxygen.
She thinks (Hey) why am I alone in the world?
Am I really here with you, or am I dreaming all this?
It must all be a dream, and someone will be ashamed
To wake me from a soft dream, so I have no choice but to be alone.
She is burdened because she encounters at least ten people daily.
The world is surprised by such a girl; she cries because she tries,
Because who is a human to judge another
And make a fool of them under the watchful eye of other people's thoughts.

Hey, why doesn't anyone hear me?
She thinks, hey, why am I a nobody and an outcast?
She thinks hey (Why, why?) the voice inside screams,
But outside, the sound is faintest, again every time.
She thinks hey, why am I alone in the world?
She thinks hey, why do I live in a world of shame?
She thinks hey (Why, why?) the voice inside screams,
But outside, the sound is faintest, always the same silent thoughts.

She looked ahead, walking down the school hallway,
Fertile ground for belittlement and humbly,
She listened to the horrible, monotonous sound of the bell
And started pouring lead fuel on the floor.
The background sounds of screaming from the principal's office
And the locked doors on the side of the heavy barricade
Didn't bother Iva, now I remember the name,
A deaf girl who wanted to be seen.
And here it is, finally, the whole universe sees her,
The whole world admires her; just because of her, everything is smoky now.
She imitates the teachers and mocks everyone
While gray paint engulfs them, a cloud of smoke, she takes
The last match and, with a smile, quotes Ibica:
Just this one last time, you could have teased Ivica,
But tomorrow it will be too late, awkward, and unclear.
She drops the match and, through tears, utters: Beautiful.