Ja Nisam Odavle - Zabranjeno pušenje

Ovde noc pada grubo

Uz naceto pivo i skripu kocnica

Traje duze no u ostalom svetu

Bez skrupula i zelje za pomilovanjem

Ljudi su ovde drcni i odlucni

Al' tesko je reci da ista vide

Oni jure po jazbinama s' namerom da ubiju

U sebi i poslednje znakove svesti

Tvoje usne kontrolisu pokrete moje

Tvoja sjena pada preko pola beograda

Ja je pratim bez daha od vrata do vrata

Kao jadnik sto luta za rudnikom zlata

Kao slijepac sto prati udarac stapa

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Kao pravi zadnji papak

Kao sneg u prolece

Kao bosna bez mira

Kao usran bez papira

Kao uljez osecam se

Ja nisam odavle

Zene su ovde meke i vrele

Kao i svuda gde ne vlada bog

One mazno kriju delove tela

I cekaju da ih pokupi zlo

Klinci se jebu k’o stuke

Njihovo seme curi niz haustore

Sprice bacaju direktno u savu

Iz save u dunav, a iz dunava u crno more

Znam da postoje mnogi putevi ka sreci

Al' za zajeb nema puno vremena

Nema mjesta za mala mastanja

U gradu bez prastanja

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Ne vjerujem vise da cu te naci

Ne vjerujem da mogu da pratim tvoj trag

Opet me nespremnog docekuje jutro

Bez ikog ko mi je drag

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Here the night falls roughly

With a beer brewing and a squeak of the brakes

It lasts longer than in the rest of the world

Without scruples and a desire for pardon

The people here are bold and determined

But it's hard to say they saw the same

They run after the lairs with the intention of killing

In itself and the last signs of consciousness

Your lips control my movements

Your shadow falls over half of Belgrade

I follow her breathlessly from door to door

Like a poor man wandering behind a gold mine

Like a blind man following the blow of a stick

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Like a real hind hoof

Like snow in spring

Like a Bosnia without peace

Like paperless shit

I feel like an intruder

I'm not from here

The women here are soft and hot

As everywhere where God does not rule

They smoothly hide body parts

And they are waiting for evil to pick them up

Kids fuck like bastards

Their seeds leak through the haustore

They throw the syringes directly into the Sava

From the Sava to the Danube, and from the Danube to the Black Sea

I know there are many paths to happiness

But there's not much time to fuck

There is no room for small fantasies

In a city without forgiveness

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I don't believe I'll find you anymore

I don't believe I can follow your trail

The morning greets me unprepared again

Without anyone I love

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