Tempo velegrada - Elemental, Mario Igrec

Tijelom prolazi ti ritam grada

Mjesečina na lice pada ti

Osjeti, dal vidiš li?

On zbog tebe postoji…

REMI:

Hej…Šššš.slušaj kako diše

Osjeti miris mokrog asfalta poslije kiše

Dotakni sivu, hrapavu kožu betona

Kad ga jednom takneš, držiš ga se ko ja mikrofona

Njegov olovni dah isprva uljeva strah

Ali što više dišem s njim to ga više u krvi osjećam

Ko vrsni diler, navuče te odmah, i dok su pluća puna smoga

Ti ne kužiš, to je droga ovog betonskog Boga

Ja ko ovisnik priznajem da ne mogu al ni ne želim bez toga…

Gdje god da odem, sve me podsjeća na njega

Svaki pedalj, svaka fasada mi zgleda ko dio mog grada

Nikada, nigdje, koraci isto ne zvuče

Ko kad koračam ulicom znajuć da tu sam kod kuće

Volim kad mu uzavre krv i poludi

Kad mu žilama naviru bujice tisuća ljudi

Skoči mu adrenalin, ko divlji pas strgne se s lanca

Tad me zna bit strah ko da sam malo djete u rukama stranca

Volim ga gledati dok spava, njegov san moja je java

I dok misli mi teku kao Sava;

Volim ga gledati dok spava, njegova java moj je san

Dok imam srca neće biti sam…

SHOT:

Osjeti ga kako diše grad kako pulsira

Dok se dan polako gubi u sumrak, nikog ne dira

Svatko kroči svojim putem, grad diše istim dahom

Pluća miliona, stupa korakom kolona svojih ljudi

Svojih duša, svog života grad nosi grijehe i pogreške

Svakog svoga pasjeg skota, on te smota ko kanabis

Zavede ko žensko tijelo, gradski ritam te povede

Povede u cijelo putovanje beskrajima svojih ulica

Fasada, svoga ponosa i jada — gornjeg i donjeg grada

Smrada rijeke što ju presijeca i osmjeha ljudi

Kad im na račun sjedne plaća početkom mjeseca

Grad…- grad koji me inspirira i potiče, da

Baš za njega pišem svoje priče…

REMI:

Da baš za njega ja pišem svoje priče…

INK:

Ja živim u vrtlogu, (grada)

Sve noćne ptice recite hu hu, za mračnu ulicu (grada)

Ink piše kak se diše u velegradu, sada

Kada neki od nas više nisu s nama

Sve nam zvuči smiješno ko Dalaj Lama

Inkognito (ššššš…) budite tiho

Samo djelić sekunde i potoneš u mrak za sitno

Postaneš nevidljiv, kraljevo novo ruho

Zato dobro pazi što ti šapćem na uho

A ti protuho, što me slijediš u sjeni

Drvena kraljica 2,3, nek ti se srce skameni

Ne vjeruješ nikome, bolje vjeruj meni

Za tempo velegrada trebaš bolji hoody neg' Kenny

Jer svi nose maske, to je dio prakse

Živo blato za prase, jer te zaludi ko mase

Odraso na sirenama, Bože grijehe prosti

Tempo grada u venama nabija bilo do kosti

Znam gdje, neman počiva znam kuda ić'

Bilježim ritam zločina ko Fabijan Šovagović

Pa sam spreman za velegradski spleen

Čvrsto vezan ko adenin timin

Gvanin i citozin…

SHOT:

Ima bezbroj lica i naličja — jezika i narječja

Raste poput malog djeteta iz naručja ljudi

Koji su mu krvotok u tempu velegrada

Jedan ustaje dok drugi pada, on se ne mijenja

Mada bio je i bit će cilj mnogima

Moja inspiracija on je tlo pod mojim nogama

The rhythm of the city passes through your body

The moonlight falls on your face

Feel it, do you see?

He exists because of you…

RUMMY:

Hey… Shhh. Listen to how he breathes

He could smell the wet asphalt after the rain

Touch the gray, rough skin of the concrete

Once you touch it, you hold it like a microphone

His leaden breath instills fear at first

But the more I breathe with him the more I feel him in my blood

As an excellent dealer, he pulls you in right away, even while your lungs are full of smog

You don't get it, it's the drug of this concrete God

As an addict, I admit that I can't or don't want to do without it…

Wherever I go, everything reminds me of him

Every inch, every facade looks like a part of my city

Never, nowhere, do steps sound the same

Like when I walk down the street knowing I'm here at home

I love when his blood boils and he goes crazy

When torrents of thousands of people flood his veins

His adrenaline jumps as the wild dog rips off the chain

Then I can be afraid as if I were a small child in the hands of a stranger

I love watching him sleep, his dream is my java

And while my thoughts flow like Sava;

I love watching him sleep, his java is my dream

As long as I have a heart I will not be alone…

SHOT:

Feel him breathe the city pulsing

As the day slowly fades into twilight, no one is touched

Everyone walks their own path, the city breathes the same breath

Lungs millions, stepping on columns of their people

The city bears the sins and mistakes of its souls, of its life

Every one of his dog bastards, he rolls you up like cannabis

Seduce like a woman's body, the city rhythm leads you

He took the whole journey through the endless streets

Facade, its pride and misery - the upper and lower city

The stench of the river that crosses it and the smiles of the people

When they get paid into the account at the beginning of the month

City… - a city that inspires and encourages me, yes

I write my stories just for him…

RUMMY:

Yes, I write my stories just for him…

INK:

I live in a whirlpool, (city)

Tell all the night birds hu hu, for the dark street (of the city)

Ink writes how he breathes in the big city, now

When some of us are no longer with us

It all sounds ridiculous to us like the Dalai Lama

Incognito (shhhhh…) be quiet

Just a split second and you sink into the darkness for a pittance

You become invisible, the king's new attire

So be careful what I whisper in your ear

And you shit, following me in the shadows

Wooden Queen 2,3, let your heart be hardened

You don't trust anyone, you better trust me

For the pace of the big city, you need a better hoody than Kenny

Because everyone wears masks, that’s part of the practice

Live mud for pigs, because they drive you crazy like the masses

Growing up on mermaids, God forgive sins

The pace of the city in his veins pounded to the bone

I know where, the monster rests I know where to go

I record the rhythm of crimes like Fabijan Šovagović

So I’m ready for a metropolitan spleen

Tightly bound like adenine thymine

Guanine and cytosine…

SHOT:

He has countless faces and backs - language and dialect

It grows like a small child from the arms of men

What are his bloodstream at the pace of the metropolis

One gets up while the other falls, he doesn’t change

Although he was and will be the goal of many

My inspiration he is the ground under my feet