Komplikovani
Marcelo Lyrics

Jednog od ovih dana, ulitan kao đubre,
One of these days, drunk as hell,

Dok mi oko leša đuskaju svetice i kurve,
While saints and whores dance around my corpse,

Dok kašljem komadiće upropašćene jetre,
As I cough up pieces of ruined liver,

I rukom što se trese napipavam cigarete...
And with a trembling hand I try to find a cigarette...

Nišanim usta dok blenem u belinu,
I aim for my mouth as I stare into whiteness,

Nije droga nego plafon, jer sam zaspao na podu,
It's not drugs, it's the ceiling, because I fell asleep on the floor,

Ne samo too drunk to fuck, nego too drunk to talk,
Not only too drunk to fuck, but too drunk to talk,

U pokušaju da kažem: "jdhb*cneb#$%&i4nu hitnu pomoć..."
Trying to say:"jdhb*cneb#$%&i4nu emergency...

E, dakle, jednog od tih dana, a svaki je takav,
So, on one of those days, and they're all like that,

Makar bauljao, ima da pogodim vrata,
Even if I wander, I will hit your door

Da te nađem, da ti kažem koj' sam šaban,
To find you, to tell you what a fool I am,

što će za tobom crći na deponiji sranja.
Who will die for you on the garbage dump.

Biću oblak u pantalonama, muž i tata,
I will be a cloud in pants, husband and father,

I nema znaka pitanja, sve uzvičnici sada.
And there's no question mark, only exclamation points now.

Samo dok se sastave duša, muda, glava...
Only when the soul, balls, and head come together...

Jednog od ovih dana... možda danas?
One of these days... maybe today?

Zamisli da nismo komplikovani.
Imagine if we weren't so complicated.

Da sam malo manje ja. Da si malo manje ti.
If I were a little less me. If you were a little less you.

Menjaj sebe da se nađemo u tački...
Change yourself so we can find each other ...

Samo, ko će onda biti ti ljudi?
But then who will those people be?

Večeras, glumim da sam jebač.
Tonight, I'm pretending to be a fucker.

U, kako jebem. Jak sam kao zemlja!
Oh, how I fuck. I'm strong as a rock!

A u stvari, vrištim tvoje ime, mrtav sjeban.
But in reality, I scream your name, dead and fucked up.

Daj, zajebi sve, slomi se i budi...
Fuck it all, break down and be...

Ti nikad nećeš znati
You will never know

Kako boli kad si sam dok komšinica ima glasan seks...
How much it hurts to be alone while the neighbor has loud sex ...

...Ona pišti, vrišti, stenje, backo je je** ko da mu poslednje...
...She screams, shouts, moans, Backo fucks her as if it's his last...

Ja iskapljujem ovu flašu, iznutra sav iskasapljen posle nje.
I'm draining this bottle, completely torn apart inside after her.

...i sve vreme slušaju Cecu i pesmu kako po navici spava u istoj majici,
...And all the while they listen to Ceca and the song of how he sleeps in the same shirt as always,

što znači da je znojavo u materinu i da smrdi ovnujski.
which means he's sweaty as a pig and smells like a ram.

Al' ti novi klinci su dovoljno bizarni da ih to zapravo napali,
But these new kids are strange enough that they're actually drawn to it,

Pa mi pišaju po samoći svakim tim uzdahom rafalnim...
So they piss on my loneliness with every rapid breath...

Sanjam taj san u kom si stavila u kupe
I dream of that dream where you put in the car

To predivno dupe. U taj grozni kupe.
That wonderful ass of yours. In that awful car.

I sve je puno guštera, mile po tebi, ljube,
And it's full of lizards, they crawl and kiss you,

Ližu tvoju kožu svojim jezikom od plute.
Licking your skin with their cork tongues.

Tu pored pruge, nešto poput krčme.
There by the railroad, something like a tavern.

Tu ja sisam vinjak i gledam kako da crknem.
There I suck back brandy, and figure out how to die.

Salun a la Divlji Zapad, kockari i trulež,
Salon, Wild West style, gamblers and decay,

Na revolveru ruka, na bini đuskaju kurve.
Hand on the revolver, on the stage whores dance.

Guram sise u oči, gledam s kime da se bijem.
Pushing boobs in my eyes, trying to figure out who to fight.

Slomiće mi ruke, vežbam nogama da pijem.
My arms will break, I'm practicing drinking with my legs.

Al' odjednom dođe šerif, otima mi flajku,
But suddenly the sheriff comes and takes my bottle away,

Traži dokumenta, na mene dig'o je hajku.
Asking for documents, he's come after me.

Haiku: "Аj dirni tu flajku, jebem ti majku!"
Haiku:"Hey touch that bottle, I'll fuck your mother!"

On skida zvezdu, baca k'о šuriken... jao, majko...
He takes off his star and throws it like a shuriken... oh, mother...

Dok skupljam creva, opet traži dokumenta.
While I pick up my guts, he's asking for documents again.

Kažem: "Evo, sad ću..." – al' lične nema.
I say:"Here, I'll give them to you now..." but I don't have any ID.

Ni pasoša. Sve je kod tebe. A slične nema.
No passport. Everything's with you. No backup ID.

Bez tebe ne znam ko sam, bez tebe ne znam 'de sam.
Without you, I don't know who I am, without you, I don't know where I am.

Istrčavam... posrćem o bubreg, creva, kost,
I run out...stumbling over kidney, guts, bone,

Ali nema te. Sjebao sam. Proš'o voz.
But you're not there. I screwed up. The train's already left.

Pa zamišljam da nismo komplikovani,
So I imagine that we're not so complicated,

Da sam ja malo manje ja i da si ti malo manje ti...
That I'm a little less me and that you're a little less you...

Ali, ko bi onda bili ti ljudi? I gde je strepnja?
But then who would those people be? And where's the excitement?

Takva mi smetaš, al' takva mi trebaš.
You annoy me like that, but I need you like that.