Текст и перевод песни Scriptor - Nemam Vremena

Nemam Vremena

Nemam vremena za život, nemam vremena za smrt
A ovaj krevet na kojem spavam je postao pretvrd
U kolotečini večernjih izlazaka tražim put
I razočaran u događaje odlazim svaki put
Nemam vremena za život, nemam vremena za smrt
A ovaj krevet na kojem spavam je postao pretvrd
U kolotečini večernjih izlazaka tražim put

I nikad nije bilo vremena za mene da se mijenjam iz temelja
Želim bar djelić svemira, bez njega sam nemiran
Jebiga, sve bi dao da je život igra predivna
A ne jedina predigra prije treninga bljedila
Mislim na smrt, al ne želim patetizirat
Želim svirat skulirane note na planeti mira
Gdje si bila Inspiracijo kad sam te sinoć tražio
Na plaži od dvajst do jedan do nedavno, kaži to
Jer laži koje mi šalješ su mi pojele savjest
A ove tvoje detalje zbilja volim sve manje
Vidim ljude gladne što te traže, svi su umjetnici
Žele pobjeć odavde, to im je uvjetni cilj
Dug je fitilj, zapalio sam šibicu
Ne vidim sudbinu stvaranja muzike u biznisu
Samo uživam u mirisu
Punim riznicu osjećajima koji divni su

I nikad nije bilo vremena za mene da krenem u smjeru sjevera
Nemrem razumjet zašto me koči jebena selendra
Pogledaj me u oči i vidjet ćeš sebe kad
Sjedneš pred ekran i shvatiš da si ruža, a ne sjemenka
Bezveze katapultiram teze na ovaj švedski stol
Kažnjavam se stalno al ne stignem osjetit bol
Tjeskoba me obuzela, a prsti postaju salata
Samo čekam da mi Jeremy Fisher dođe na vrata
Muzika je ostala ista, ali je
Jebena ulica postala čista pa mi je
Nova zamisao pobjegla s kista
I na kraju je preostalo ništa, baš ništa
Život je freestyle, nije prije napisan
Pa pljuje gluposti jer nema vremena razmišljat
A ove mudrosti koje prodaješ ti sad
Ti u ogledalu, sve su to sranja, priznaj

I nikad nije bilo vremena za mene da sjednem na toranj Sljemena
I krenem na glavu dolje prije neg zoveš 92
Trebam barem jedan dan bez da me peče savjest
I još tjedan dana bez srama da u džep metnem pare
A ovaj krevet na kojem spavam me budi noćima
Suicidalna glava mi nudi počinak
U bočicama sranja i zakrvavljenim pločicama
Želim dobit tu utrku s vremenom, al nemam poticaja
Muzika je ostala ista, ali joj je
Jebena guzica postala prištava
Pa gledamo druge žene da vidimo jel išta valja
A odgovor je poražavajuć, ništa valjda
Nemam vremena za život, nemam vremena za pivo
Nemam vremena za gledanje u nebo dok je sivo
Već preko dvadeset godina nisam uživo
Nije bilo vremena, i nije mi krivo

I Don't Have Time

I don't have time for life, I don't have time for death
And this bed I sleep on has become too hard
In the rut of evening outings, I'm searching for a way
And disappointed with the events, I leave every time
I don't have time for life, I don't have time for death
And this bed I sleep on has become too hard
In the rut of evening outings, I'm searching for a way

And there was never time for me to change from the ground up
I want at least a fraction of the universe, without it I'm restless
Damn it, I'd give anything if life was a beautiful game
And not just a foreplay before the training fades
I think about death, but I don't want to be pathetic
I want to play cool notes on a planet of peace
Where were you, Inspiration, when I was looking for you last night?
On the beach from 8 pm to 1 am until recently, tell me that
Because the lies you send me have eaten away my conscience
And I really like these details of yours less and less
I see people hungry for you, they're all artists
They want to escape from here, that's their conditional goal
The fuse is long, I lit a match
I don't see the fate of creating music in business
I just enjoy the smell
I'm filling the treasury with feelings that are wonderful

And there was never time for me to head north
I can't understand why this damn village is holding me back
Look me in the eyes and you'll see yourself when
You sit in front of the screen and realize you're a rose, not a seed
Pointlessly, I catapult theses onto this Swedish table
I constantly punish myself but don't have time to feel pain
Anxiety has overwhelmed me, and my fingers are becoming a salad
I'm just waiting for Jeremy Fisher to come to my door
The music has stayed the same, but the
Damn street has become clean, so my
New idea escaped from the brush
And in the end, nothing is left, absolutely nothing
Life is freestyle, it's not written beforehand
So it spits out nonsense because it doesn't have time to think
And this wisdom you're selling now
You in the mirror, it's all crap, admit it

And there was never time for me to sit on the Sljeme tower
And head down before you call 92
I need at least one day without my conscience burning
And another week without shame to put money in my pocket
And this bed I sleep on wakes me up at night
My suicidal head offers me rest
In bottles of crap and bloody tiles
I want to win that race against time, but I have no motivation
The music has stayed the same, but its
Damn ass has become pretty
So we look at other women to see if anything is good
And the answer is devastating, nothing is good
I don't have time for life, I don't have time for beer
I don't have time to look at the sky when it's gray
For over twenty years, I haven't been alive
There wasn't time, and I don't mind