Ranjeni i Ludi - Hladno Pivo

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Na putu sreo ljude, ranjene i lude

I više put' opečene

I u strahu nedorečene

Zato ne jebem više jeftini clichè

Da se samo o onoj pravoj piše

Pa zar nijedna pjesma, nijedan stih

Za onih milijun pogrešnih koje su bile tu Kad nisam imao nju

Kad sam vikendom staj’o na rubu

I kad je nedjelja zjapila k’o crna rupa

Meni su neprave pružile ruku

I poljupcima odvukle do jutra

Nisu bile glupe, vjeruj mi Svaka je znala

Kad nema velike ljubavi

Dovoljna je i mala

Nisu bile glupe, vjeruj mi Svaka je znala

Da šutnja je zlato i da riječi se troše

Možda to nije to ali nije ni loše

Kad nema velike ljubavi

Dovoljna je i mala!

I've been wandering the world for a long time

He treated loneliness with quantity

On the way he met people, wounded and crazy

And repeatedly burnt

And in fear unsaid

So I don't fuck cheap clichè anymore

To write only about the real thing

So is there no song, no verse

For those million wrong people who were there When I didn't have her

When I stood on the edge on the weekends

And when Sunday gaped like a black hole

The wrong ones gave me a hand

And kisses dragged on until morning

They weren't stupid, trust me Everyone knew

When there is no great love

It is enough and small

They weren't stupid, trust me Everyone knew

That silence is gold and that words are wasted

Maybe that's not it, but it's not bad either

When there is no great love

She's small enough!