Ostrvo bez okeana - Brut

Moj grad je lep kada je dan

Al' umoran je i treba mu san

Nisam kopirao, citirao sam

Opet se otvaraju vrata, al' opet je prazan stan

Sve je bezdusno i licno, racuni i dugovanja su jedino pismo

Postar zvoni dvaput, drugovi jednom kada je hitno

A kada je prazan dzep, prazan je i inboks

Brate, sve se poistovecuje da se primecuje

Kad dobri glumci urade lose skeceve

Jos uvek je aktuelno secenje

Takvima platim pice i nasmejem se da im presedne

I trudite se da me ne sretnete

Kad varite, pijete, jedete i jebete

Vise niko ne slusa repere

I svi su obukli ordenje '90-te

Vid’o sam ljude u prijateljstvu iz profita

Svaka slicnost je slucajna ako pitas

Oziljke na obrazu i kad je faca cista

Mozda je los kadar, mozda je sminka

Ako jeste, da li se tesko skida

Koliko puta dnevno moras da se sminkas

Bacam rukavice u vasa lica

Mozda zbog toga prodate veci tiraz

Vec je poslepodne, neki traze izlaz

A ja se pitam kome ide koja tribina

Nocas ponesite kompas, i njega ne gubite

On se ne sminka, on nije obraz

Moj grad je lep kada je dan, al' umoran je i treba mu san

Verujem mu na rec, da ce da se vrati svaki dan kad zaspi, i ostavi me da se sam

branim

Moj grad je lep kada je dan, al' umoran je i treba mu san

Cekam da svane, molim se da ne pobegne, nocu nema manjeg grada, a vece podele

Ostrvo bez okeana, na mojoj strani

Nema nikog i prevrnuo se camac

Kad nema sunca, nema ni ljudi

Sve je puno pijanaca i kurvi

Nisu sinovi losiji i ocevi su bludni

Nocu stave katance i na crkvi, a na klupi svi su crni

Obeshrabreni u mladosti, sa urodjenim imunitetom na pakosti i gadosti

Neke igle ce se u srce zabosti, dobrodosli u fabriku radosti

Upalili su vatru, greju ruke i patike

Mozda naprave i lomacu, greju i kasike

Niko od njih ne lici na ratnike, al' rat se vodi i oni su inventar fabrike

Sakrijte dukate, nakite, zlatnike ti sto se nakite

Zavrse iskasapljeni k’o moje matrice

Postao sam osetljiv, budni su svi nervi

Jer u krizu su vam bas svi identiteti

Ja znam sta se desi kad dusa izvetri

Ljudska priroda se krije kao fetis (fetis)

Ej, i niko ne sanja i niko ne spava

Vec svanjava, zavrsava se predstava

Cekamo nov dan polu sklopljenih kapaka

Kad se naspavam uzivam po stavkama

Dok cekam vecerasnji nastavak, sabiram utiske

I trazim istinu u praznim casama

My city is beautiful during the day

Al' is tired and needs sleep

I didn't copy, I quoted

The door opens again, but the apartment is empty again

Everything is heartless and personal, bills and debts are the only letter

The old man rings twice, the comrades once when it is urgent

And when the pocket is empty, the inbox is empty too

Brother, everything equates to being noticed

When good actors do bad skits

It is still a current cut

I pay for drinks for such people and smile to make them laugh

And try not to meet me

When you digest, you drink, eat and fuck

No one listens to rappers anymore

And they all donned '90s gear

I have seen people in friendship for profit

Any resemblance is coincidental if you ask

Scars on the cheek even when the face is clean

Maybe it's a bad shot, maybe it's the make-up

If so, is it difficult to remove

How many times a day do you have to do your makeup?

I'm throwing my gloves in your faces

Maybe that's why you sell a larger print run

It is already afternoon, some are looking for an exit

And I wonder who goes to which stand

Bring a compass tonight, and don't lose it

He does not wear makeup, he is not a face

My city is beautiful during the day, but it is tired and needs sleep

I take him at his word, that he will come back every day when he falls asleep, and leave me alone

I defend

My city is beautiful during the day, but it is tired and needs sleep

I'm waiting for the dawn, I pray that he doesn't run away, at night there is no smaller town, but a bigger division

An island without an ocean, on my side

There is no one and the boat has capsized

When there is no sun, there are no people

Everything is full of drunkards and whores

Sons are not loathsome and fathers are promiscuous

At night, they also put padlocks on the church, and on the pews, everyone is black

Discouraged in youth, with innate immunity to mischief and nastiness

Some needles will stick in the heart, welcome to the factory of joy

They lit a fire, warm their hands and sneakers

Maybe they make a bonfire, heat and buckets

None of them look like warriors, but the war is being fought and they are factory inventory

Hide ducats, jewelry, gold coins and other jewelry

They end up butchered like my matrix

I have become sensitive, all my nerves are awake

Because all your identities are in crisis

I know what happens when the soul blows

Human nature hides itself as a fetish (fetis).

Hey, nobody dreams and nobody sleeps

He is already dreaming, the show is ending

We are waiting for a new day with half closed lids

When I get some sleep, I enjoy the items

While I'm waiting for tonight's sequel, I'm collecting impressions

And I'm looking for the truth in my free time