Текст и перевод песни Zabranjeno Pusenje - Ja nisam odavle

Ja nisam odavle

Ovde noc pada grubo
Uz naceto pivo i skripu kocnica
Traje duze no u ostalom svetu
Bez skrupula i zelje za pomilovanjem
Ljudi su ovde drcni i odlucni
Al′ tesko je reci da ista vide
Oni jure po jazbinama s' namerom da ubiju
U sebi i poslednje znakove svesti
Tvoje usne kontrolisu pokrete moje
Tvoja sjena pada preko pola beograda
Ja je pratim bez daha od vrata do vrata
Kao jadnik sto luta za rudnikom zlata
Kao slijepac sto prati udarac stapa
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Kao pravi zadnji papak
Kao sneg u prolece
Kao bosna bez mira
Kao usran bez papira
Kao uljez osecam se
Ja nisam odavle
Zene su ovde meke i vrele
Kao i svuda gde ne vlada bog
One mazno kriju delove tela
I cekaju da ih pokupi zlo
Klinci se jebu k′o stuke
Njihovo seme curi niz haustore
Sprice bacaju direktno u savu
Iz save u dunav, a iz dunava u crno more
Znam da postoje mnogi putevi ka sreci
Al' za zajeb nema puno vremena
Nema mjesta za mala mastanja
U gradu bez prastanja
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Ne vjerujem vise da cu te naci
Ne vjerujem da mogu da pratim tvoj trag
Opet me nespremnog docekuje jutro
Bez ikog ko mi je drag
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I'm Not from Here

The night falls heavily here,
With stale beer and the screeching of brakes,
It lasts longer than in the rest of the world,
Without scruples or desire for mercy,
The people here are tough and determined,
But it's hard to say they see the same thing,
They run through their dens with the intention to kill,
The last signs of conscience in themselves.
Your lips control the movements of mine,
Your shadow falls over half of Belgrade,
I follow it breathlessly from door to door,
Like a beggar searching for a gold mine,
Like a blind man following the tap of a cane,
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Like a true last fool,
Like snow in the spring,
Like Bosnia without peace,
Like a shit without paper,
I feel like an intruder,
I'm not from here.
The women here are soft and warm,
As they are everywhere where God does not reign,
They sensuously hide parts of their bodies,
And wait for evil to pick them up,
The boys fuck like flies,
Their semen drips down the staircases,
They throw syringes directly into the Sava,
From the Sava into the Danube, and from the Danube into the Black Sea.
I know there are many paths to happiness,
But there is not much time for fucking,
There is no place for little masturbations,
In a city without forgiveness.
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I don't believe I'll ever find you,
I don't believe I can follow your trail,
Again, the morning welcomes me unprepared,
Without anyone who is dear to me,
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