Текст и перевод песни TBF - ST Stanje Uma

ST Stanje Uma

Godine prolaze iza mene dvadeset i jos koja
Tmurne zaboravljan a pantin one od sarenih boja
Pa se osvrnen nekad i sitin se svih tih dana
I razbijenih glava i krada iz ducana

Sitin se ekipe i svih nasih hireva i djireva
Generacija lipila i nekih starih ratnih filmova
Prve cure, picavanja kad bi dosli lipi dani
Pa zicanja isprid bobisa za kupit krafnu ili slani

U skoli nista pametno osin neke nove brige
Ali bi nadoknadija sve i zadnji dan raspara knjige
Balun i zenske su bili uvik teme, nase price
Il' smo vanka ili u nekoga gledamo pornice

A zenske koje su davale sve su se poudavale
A sta su glumile neku igru sad se jebu di god stignu
Sa trinaest prvi duvan i prva boca vina
A sa cetrnaest godina prvi piz dima

Tuce protiv drugih skola nisi smija bit sa strane
Da si osta sa strane to bi stvarno bilo sranje
Svi smo bili face posebnog filmskog stila
Krv do kolina i lanci i bokseri od ventila

A na posebnon mistu bit faca repertoara
Bilo je ukrast dici balun nabit ga ili rasparat
Sve smo znali, nigdi nije smilo bit greske
Masu razloga za tucu i sve uvrede jako teske

Znali smo rjesenje za sve brige i probleme
Silon na silu, bez razmisljanja i dileme
Tada bija san dite, al' sad sve mi je bistro
Jer svacan da i danas jos uvik sve je isto

Mater nije rekla da ce zivot biti tako tezak
Da sve sta triba postic je samo psihicka ravnoteza
Sad je kasno, posta san samo lik iz svojih gluma
S tisucu maski, jos jedna zrtva splitskog stanja uma

Zivot je grub, i masu ih se kasno budi iz snova
Pa kazu virujen u Boga, al' ipak vaznija mi je lova
A kad smo bili dica imali smo druge idole
U glavi propuv i kemijanja kako utec iz skole

Di je sad sva ekipa, svak je isa na svoju stranu
Al' vecina ih jos uvik sa starcima u iston stanu
Neki jos ne zele odrast nemaju zivotnog plana
I zivotare u sjenama nekih faca sa ekrana

Nisu se makli ni pedalj od euforicnog trenutka
Kad su pijanih glava kleli zivot za hajduka
Samo su jedna lijena glava javnog mnijenja
Nemaju cak ni rjesenja svojih osobnih problema

Vrlo cesto su in izlaz alkohol i droga
Dok drustvo pokriva oci i cini se bizi od toga
Da je droga rjesenje i bijeg od dubljih problema
Narkomani jesu problem ali nisu glavna tema

Glavna tema je struktura citavog narko sistema
Tako dolazimo do sfera nekih novih profitera
Pravi problemi su dublji ili slikovitije receno visi
Kad se govori o tome razgovor postaje sve tisi

O tome ne smis ni mislit a kamoli govorit
Jer bi te moga progutat demokratski mrak
A ka pitaju ljude za misljenje i uputstva
A ovi nisu ni svjesni da in stavljaju odgovore u usta

Rjesavaju samo probleme koji donose brze rezultate
Jer moraju imat pokrice i opravdat svoje mandate
A nama su pluca puna dima a glave zena i baluna
Nikad necemo utec od splitkog stanja uma

A splitsko stanje uma je da drugi rjesava probleme
A one koji nude rjesenje etiketiramo ka kretene
Obozavan grad u kojen svi su face
I u kojem najvece face za par dana budu strace

Di svi nose oakley cvike svak bi piva i svira
Obozavan ovaj grad di svak je zrtva nekog dira
Di vlada temperament i malo je razuma
Navuka san se skroz na splitsko stanje uma

ST State of Mind

Years are passing behind me, twenty and a few more
The gloomy ones are forgotten, and the colorful ones are cherished
So I look back sometimes and remember all those days
And broken heads, and shoplifting

Remembering the crew and all our whims and antics
Generation glued to some old war movies
First girl, hanging out when the good days came
And begging in front of the bakery to buy a donut or a pretzel

Nothing smart in school except some new worries
But we would make up for everything and tear up the books on the last day
Football and girls were always the topics, our stories
Either we were outside or at someone's place watching porn

And girls who used to give it all away got married
And those who played hard to get now sleep with anyone they can
At thirteen, the first smoke and the first bottle of wine
And at fourteen, the first puff of weed

Fights against other schools, you couldn't be on the sidelines
To be on the sidelines, it would really be a shame
We were all characters with a particular cinematic style
Blood to the knees, chains, and knuckles made from valve stems

And in a special place, to be a face of the repertoire
It was stealing the kids' ball, kicking it or ripping it apart
We knew everything, there couldn't be a mistake anywhere
Plenty of reasons to fight and all the insults were really heavy

We knew the solution to all worries and problems
Force on force, without thinking and dilemma
I was a naive kid then, but now everything is clear to me
Because I understand that even today everything is still the same

Mom didn't say that life would be so hard
That everything that needs to be achieved is just mental balance
Now it's too late, I've become just a character from my own plays
With a thousand masks, another victim of the Split state of mind

Life is rough, and many wake up late from their dreams
So they say they believe in God, but money is still more important to me
And when we were kids we had other idols
In our heads blowing and scheming how to escape from school

Where is the whole crew now, everyone went their own way
But most of them are still with their parents in the same apartment
Some still don't want to grow up, they don't have a life plan
And they vegetate in the shadows of some faces from the screen

They haven't moved an inch from that euphoric moment
When they swore their lives to Hajduk with drunken heads
They are just a lazy head of public opinion
They don't even have solutions to their own personal problems

Very often the way out is alcohol and drugs
While society covers its eyes and pretends to be running away from it
That drugs are the solution and escape from deeper problems
Addicts are a problem but they are not the main topic

The main topic is the structure of the entire narco system
This is how we come to the spheres of some new profiteers
The real problems are deeper or, more figuratively speaking, higher
When you talk about it, the conversation gets quieter

You shouldn't even think about it, let alone talk about it
Because democratic darkness could swallow you
And they ask people for opinions and instructions
And they are not even aware that they are putting the answers in their mouths

They only solve problems that bring quick results
Because they have to have coverage and justify their mandates
And our lungs are full of smoke and our heads are full of women and football
We will never escape the Split state of mind

And the Split state of mind is that others solve problems
And those who offer solutions are labeled as morons
Adorable city where everyone is a face
And where the biggest faces will be gone in a few days

Where everyone wears Oakley glasses, everyone would drink and play music
Adorable this city where everyone is a victim of some dude
Where temperament reigns and there is little reason
I'm totally hooked on the Split state of mind