Posoljeni zrak i razlivena tinta
Gibonni Lyrics
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I duša mi je otvorena knjiga
Moje nebo je posoljeni zrak
A moje more razlivena tinta
Kome biti zahvalan, živote moj?
Krenem obalom koju dobro znam
Samo dva minuta pješice do luke
Gdje se djeca igraju, pred nama skrivaju
Iglom izbodene ruke
Pa opsujem da ne mogu prostije
Mada odavno sam pobjego iz geta
I mjesec iznad nas ima okus hostije
A cesta miris izgubljenog svijeta
Moje nebo sad je posoljeni zrak
A moje more razlivena tinta
Zato pjevam da ne pojede me mrak
Jer da nisam ovo ja bih bio boljka
Kome biti zahvalan, grade moj?
Ponekad sam pijan, do uha nasmijan
I život mi je otvorena priča
Ja se često spotaknem, al se uvijek dočekam
Ja sam čovjek koji nema briga
Kome biti zahvalan, grade moj?
The lyrics to "Posoljeni zrak i razlivena tinta" by Gibonni feat. Urban i Maya Azucena express the complex emotions of a person who is sometimes drunk but always happy, with an open soul like an open book. The singer feels gratitude for life, but isn't sure whom to thank. He walks along the familiar shoreline, only two minutes away from the port where children play and hide from each other, often getting hurt in the process. The singer curses profusely, even though he has long since escaped from the ghetto, and the moon above seems to have a taste of the sacrament, while the road smells of the lost world. The singer finds solace in singing, so he wouldn't be consumed by darkness, because without singing, he would be a burden on others. Ultimately, the singer is a person who trips often, but always manages to catch himself, grateful and happy, wandering through his city and pondering whom to thank for his life.
Line by Line Meaning
Ponekad sam pijan, do uha nasmijan
Sometimes I am drunk, laughing uncontrollably
I duša mi je otvorena knjiga
And my soul is an open book
Moje nebo je posoljeni zrak
My sky is a salty air
A moje more razlivena tinta
And my sea is spilled ink
Kome biti zahvalan, živote moj?
Who should I be grateful to, my life?
Krenem obalom koju dobro znam
I walk along the coast I know well
Samo dva minuta pješice do luke
Just two minutes on foot to the port
Gdje se djeca igraju, pred nama skrivaju
Where children play, hiding from us
Iglom izbodene ruke
With needle-pierced arms
Pa opsujem da ne mogu prostije
So I curse in the crudest possible way
Mada odavno sam pobjego iz geta
Although I escaped the ghetto long ago
I mjesec iznad nas ima okus hostije
And the moon above us tastes like a sacramental bread
A cesta miris izgubljenog svijeta
And the road smells of the lost world
Moje nebo sad je posoljeni zrak
My sky is now a salty air
A moje more razlivena tinta
And my sea is spilled ink
Zato pjevam da ne pojede me mrak
So I sing so darkness doesn't consume me
Jer da nisam ovo ja bih bio boljka
Because if not for this, I would be a wreck
Kome biti zahvalan, grade moj?
Who should I be grateful to, my city?
I život mi je otvorena priča
And my life is an open story
Ja se često spotaknem, al se uvijek dočekam
I often stumble, but I always catch myself
Ja sam čovjek koji nema briga
I am a man who has no worries
Kome biti zahvalan, grade moj?
Who should I be grateful to, my city?
Contributed by Vivian P. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@archangel9524
This just might be the best Croatian song ever written and performed, with the utmost respect to the likes of Oliver Dragojevic, Dino Dvornik and the rest of the best. The reality of life this song describes, the philosophies it embodies, and the energy it contains, the song is just second to none. The second verse:
Krenem obalom koju dobro znam
Samo dva minuta pješice do luke
Gdje se djeca igraju, pred nama skrivaju
Iglom izbodene ruke
As i venture down the shore
real well known to me
just 2 minutes from the port
where kids play, and hide from us
their needle pricked arms.
Really personifies the atmosphere all of us felt while growing up at the Dalmatian cost. The empty streets, moon shining almost as if it's laughing at you and your perceived misseries, the harsh wind on your face and hands in your pockets, your chin tucked in your jacket and your eyes looking down in front of your steps. But still, you can not help but notice the local boys and girls shooting heroin in their arms, looking for the escape and much needed tranquility. But you are confused, just last winter they were hanging out with you, and you had a thing with that girl you have a hard time recognizing now. You move past them, feeling shivers down your spine. As you walk you come to the place where you and your brother used to play football as kids, but he is gone now. Only his fading memory remains. He went to war and never came back.
Your mother never recovered from this lost and your dad is still trying to drink himself to death. Never forgiving himself that he was able to come home and that his son didnt. Jebeni rat he says as he pours another rakija and downs it in an instance. Despite all that you still find something to live for, to keep fighting. Just for that one smile from your mother as she calls you by your brothers name, and your fathers tap on shoulder as he gives you the encouragement before going to your first job interview. Life was never easy for your parents, but they dont pray for an easy life for themselves, they pray that you will never go through the same shit they had to endure. They work two jobs just to provide for your education. Working their butts of for a long time just so that they can send their only remaining son across the ocean for a chance of better life, away from all of this shit. Nothing brings me more joy then taking care of them now. Mama, Tata I love you dearly. See you soon when this covid nightmare ends.
@user-sz6my8dh3k
Ponekad sam pijan, do uha nasmijan
I duša mi je otvorena knjiga
Moje nebo je posoljeni zrak
A moje more razlivena tinta
Kome biti zahvalan, živote moj?
Krenem obalom koju dobro znam
Samo dva minuta pješice do luke
Gdje se djeca igraju, pred nama skrivaju
Iglom izbodene ruke
Pa opsujem da ne mogu prostije
Mada odavno sam pobjego iz geta
I mjesec iznad nas ima okus hostije
A cesta miris izgubljenog svijeta
I moje nebo sad je posoljeni zrak
A moje more razlivena tinta
I zato pjevam da ne pojede me mrak
Jer da nisam ovo ja bih bio biljka
Kome biti zahvalan, grade moj?
Ponekad sam pijan, do uha nasmijan
I život mi je otvorena knjiga
Ja se često spotaknem, al se uvijek dočekam
Ja sam čovjek koji nema briga
Kome biti zahvalan, grade moj?
If he wasn't for this song I'd probably be
Lost soul
So now you know just what I had to say in my song
From my heart and my soul
@stefanprvovencani4051
Emocija je dovedena do najviših mogućih visina. Umetnicima svaka čast, u svim aspektima čista desetka. Dira u srce pravo!
@vladimirtamas1326
I posle toliko godina,i za pet,deset,dvadeset,bice ovo najemotivnije i najbolje izvedena pesma na ovim prostorima i tesko da ce neko uspeti da je nadmasi.Pesma zbog koje se uvek najezim,brutalna,HIMNA!!!!!!
Pozdravi iz Srbije svim LJUDIMA!
@mariokovacic7210
svaka čast brate
@GhostshadowShadowghost
Nisi se ti naslušao muzike i koncerata za svog života
@blaze_makarska
❤
@exactname649
@Ghostshadow Shadowghost seljacino jedna ocito nemisli na cajke...
@crnosepisecrvenim1173
@Ghostshadow Shadowghost Ti si se nasluso coban
@justwitch3227
ja nikad, nigde, u svom životu nisam osetila ovakvu energiju! ko ovo nije čuo live, taj ne zna šta je zeljotres duše <3
hvala ti što postojiš G...
@therain6315
Ovo kad slušaš preko youtube toliko se naježiš i same suze idu.Kako je tek bilo ovim sretnicima koji čuli uživo.Kakvo savršenstvo ne mogu vjerovati.Jedna od najboljih izvedbi koje sam ikad čuo na našim prostorima.Sve troje su magija 😍
@zikaslika1005
Nasim i stranim😎