Ima dana - Eldorado

Dani lete ko sekunde, gledam ulice i ljude

Neki spavaju do podne neki se u zoru bude

Grudi su mi pune, eksplodiraće mi vene

Kapilari su mi prsli, ne prepoznajem ni sebe

Dani nisu isti kada prione se radu

Klizim kolima po gradu, gledam kako glume bandu

Mangupi u stadu pričaju da prave pare

Dok im dugove i kamate na kraju vraća ćale

Drugovi u kraju vraćaju se u normalu

Neki su na računaru, neki su na viljuškaru

Neki daju zadnju paru i lupaju rulete

Ovde svako peto dete zna da štancuje tikete

Treba da se radi i da pada znoj sa čela

Ima dana kad bih samo izašao iz ovog tela

Nekih ljudi više nema i to se zove karma

Neka vam je laka zemlja, vidimo se jednog dana.

(Ouu!)

Ima dana kad sam besan i kad svađam se kevom

Ima dana kad ne mogu da se povežem sa telom

Ima dana kada jurim i kad cimam se sa kerom

Ima dana kada ne idem u sudar sa problemom

Jebeno je vreme, žene biraju degene

Zaljubljeni seku vene ili skaču s' Lepe Brene

Neke priče dugo žive jer su naratori isti

Besparica stvori to što ne može ni Dizni

Prizori su jezivi a kola su na rezervi

Drugovi su ludi, samo nemoj reći nezreli

Roditelji nervozni računi kad ih stegnu

Piju mrtve bensendine kada trebaju da legnu

Nenormalni zakoni, policija ih štiti

Gradom idu pedofili manijaci i banditi

Deca su u školi ali ih prate par morona

Kući vrate se bez jakne ili novog telefona.

(Ajmo!)

Ima dana kad poludim jer mi neki ljudi fale

Ima dana kad ne mogu da je izbacim iz glave

Ima dana kada pišem i kad blokira mi pamet

Ima dana kad ne prihvatam ni jedan bratski savet

Previše se misli, ciljevi nam nisu isti

Mene muzika očisti, tebe džokavac u piksli

Improvizujemo stvarnost jer je tako mnogo lakše

Soba je u dimu, prazni razgovori i flaše

Pregaženi snovi, svi su putevi ka lovi

Ova država je luka, mnogo njih bi da isplovi

Usidreno stojim i kad prividno se krećem

Ima dana punih sreće, ima dana kad me neće

Haos je u glavi, zato pravim ove rime

Mozak radi dvesta posto kao Sovjetske mašine

Ja ne ponosim se time što smo pravili kombine

Glupi tripovi za klinje da se zapali i cimne

Days fly like seconds, I look at the streets and people

Some sleep until noon, some wake up at dawn

My chest is full, my veins will explode

My capillaries are bursting, I don't even recognize myself

Days are not the same when they are working

I slide my car around town, watch them play the gang

The mongooses in the herd talk about making money

While their debts and interest are eventually paid back by grief

The comrades eventually return to normal

Some are on a computer, some are on a forklift

Some give their last pair and play roulette

Here, every fifth child knows how to stamp tickets

You need to work and sweat

There are days when I would just get out of this body

Some people are gone and that's called karma

Have a easy country, see you one day.

(Ouch!)

There are days when I'm angry and I fight with the cat

There are days when I can't connect with my body

There are days when I'm chasing and when I'm hanging out with the car

There are days when I don't run into a problem

It's the frickin' time, women choose degens

Lovers cut vines or jump from Lepa Brena

Some stories live on for a long time because the narrators are the same

Desperation creates what even Disney can't

The scenes are creepy and the cars are in reserve

Mates are crazy, just don't say immature

Parents nervous bills when they tighten them

They drink dead bensendines when they need to go to bed

Abnormal laws, the police protect them

Pedophile maniacs and bandits roam the city

The kids are at school but they are being followed by a couple of morons

They come home without a jacket or a new phone.

(Let's go!)

There are days when I go crazy because some people fail me

There are days when I can't get her out of my head

There are days when I write and it blocks my mind

There are days when I don't accept a single piece of brotherly advice

There is too much thinking, our goals are not the same

The music cleanses me, you the jock in the pixel

We improvise reality because it's much easier that way

The room is full of smoke, empty conversations and bottles

Trampled dreams, all roads lead to hunting

This country is a port, many of them would like to set sail

I stand anchored even when I seem to be moving

There are days full of happiness, there are days when I don't want to

Chaos is in the head, that's why I make these rhymes

The brain works two hundred percent like Soviet machines

I'm not proud of the fact that we made combinations

Stupid trips for kids to get fired up and fired up