Lasta - Brut

Gledam u datum i vreme polaska

Puna je autobuska crvenih autobusa

Nisam upoznao način sve da prebolim

Ali su mi poznati relacija i prevoznik

Ljudi stavljaju kofere u prtljažnik

Moje nikad ne bi primili — previše su prljavi

Možda je sve moglo da bude bolje, ili nije

Pričali smo mnogo puta o tome

Slušaš posmrtni marš, za dva minuta moram da pođem

Tvoja je sreća to što nemam kome

Ne želim da me vidiš kako plutam

Zato me gledaš kako neprestano tonem — i to je ljubav

Zapalio sam sećanja, umorio sam se od čekanja

Vraćam se kad se otarasim sećanja na sećanja

Do tad mi ne trebaš

Nemoj da mi opraštaš, za to treba mnogo vremena

Previše je praznih sedišta

Na karti nemam broj i to me plaši

Navikao sam da ništa u životu ne biram

Nije mi sve dodeljeno

Bio sam u zamci, sad čekam život da mi servira moj deo

Moje parče hleba, i onako znam da je sve odavno podeljeno

Ovde nema ravnih časti

Ovde uzmeš najmanje parče i jedeš zadnji, ako dođeš zadnji

Ovo su loši znaci, čitam ih na znakovnoj tabli

U tom pravcu ću odleteti na lasti

Moram da napustim jug, ako to ne zatvori krug

Imaš još tri pravca da me tražiš

Vreme je da se ukrcam, za kraj mi treba jedna usluga

Okreni se i odlazi!

Uvek sam bio suptilan

Ne gledaj u moja leđa

Videćeš noževe tuđih uspeha

Evo ti moja kartica, daćeš mi je kad ti javim da me sačeka

Na ovom istom peronu, iz nekih starih razloga

I ne brini, tvoj broj imam zapisan u mozgu

Sve je palo u vodu

Prljave stvari blede — gube belinu

Al' hvala Bogu, drugačije nikad ne bi isplivale na površinu

Poletaću sa lastama

Preživeću pad ako ne dostignem visinu

Grlim crne oblake, pijem kišu

Zaigraću na njoj kao hindus

I'm looking at the date and time of departure

It's full of red buses

I haven't found a way to get over it

But we know the route and the carrier

People put suitcases in the trunk

They'd never take mine — they're too dirty

Maybe everything could have been better, or it wasn't

We talked about it many times

You are listening to the death march, in two minutes I have to go

Your luck is that I have no one

I don't want you to see me floating

That's why you watch me keep sinking — and that's love

I burned the memories, I got tired of waiting

I come back when I get rid of the memories of the memories

I don't need you until then

Don't forgive me, it takes a long time

There are too many empty seats

I don't have a number on the card and it scares me

I'm used to not choosing anything in life

I have not been given everything

I was in a trap, now I'm waiting for life to serve me my part

My piece of bread, and I already know that everything has been shared a long time ago

There are no equal honors here

Here you take the smallest piece and eat last, if you come last

These are bad signs, I read them on the sign board

I will fly in that direction on a swallow

I have to leave the South, if that doesn't come full circle

You have three more directions to look for me

It's time to board, I need one favor for the end

Turn and walk away!

I've always been subtle

Don't look at my back

You will see the knives of other people's successes

Here is my card, you will give it to me when I tell you that it is waiting for me

On this same platform, for some old reasons

And don't worry, I have your number written in my brain

Everything fell into the water

Dirty things fade — lose their whiteness

But thank God, otherwise they would never have surfaced

I will take off with the swallows

I will survive the fall if I don't reach the height

I hug the black clouds, I drink the rain

I will dance on it like a Hindu