Lyrics of Lasta - Brut

Lasta (original)

Gledam u datum i vreme polaska
Puna je autobuska crvenih autobusa
Nisam upoznao način sve da prebolim
Ali su mi poznati relacija i prevoznik
Ljudi stavljaju kofere u prtljažnik
Moje nikad ne bi primili — previše su prljavi
Možda je sve moglo da bude bolje, ili nije
Pričali smo mnogo puta o tome
Slušaš posmrtni marš, za dva minuta moram da pođem
Tvoja je sreća to što nemam kome
Ne želim da me vidiš kako plutam
Zato me gledaš kako neprestano tonem — i to je ljubav
Zapalio sam sećanja, umorio sam se od čekanja
Vraćam se kad se otarasim sećanja na sećanja
Do tad mi ne trebaš
Nemoj da mi opraštaš, za to treba mnogo vremena
Previše je praznih sedišta
Na karti nemam broj i to me plaši
Navikao sam da ništa u životu ne biram
Nije mi sve dodeljeno
Bio sam u zamci, sad čekam život da mi servira moj deo
Moje parče hleba, i onako znam da je sve odavno podeljeno
Ovde nema ravnih časti
Ovde uzmeš najmanje parče i jedeš zadnji, ako dođeš zadnji
Ovo su loši znaci, čitam ih na znakovnoj tabli
U tom pravcu ću odleteti na lasti
Moram da napustim jug, ako to ne zatvori krug
Imaš još tri pravca da me tražiš
Vreme je da se ukrcam, za kraj mi treba jedna usluga
Okreni se i odlazi!
Uvek sam bio suptilan
Ne gledaj u moja leđa
Videćeš noževe tuđih uspeha
Evo ti moja kartica, daćeš mi je kad ti javim da me sačeka
Na ovom istom peronu, iz nekih starih razloga
I ne brini, tvoj broj imam zapisan u mozgu
Sve je palo u vodu
Prljave stvari blede — gube belinu
Al' hvala Bogu, drugačije nikad ne bi isplivale na površinu
Poletaću sa lastama
Preživeću pad ako ne dostignem visinu
Grlim crne oblake, pijem kišu
Zaigraću na njoj kao hindus

(translation)

I'm looking at the date and time of departure
It's full of red buses
I haven't found a way to get over it
But we know the route and the carrier
People put suitcases in the trunk
They'd never take mine — they're too dirty
Maybe everything could have been better, or it wasn't
We talked about it many times
You are listening to the death march, in two minutes I have to go
Your luck is that I have no one
I don't want you to see me floating
That's why you watch me keep sinking — and that's love
I burned the memories, I got tired of waiting
I come back when I get rid of the memories of the memories
I don't need you until then
Don't forgive me, it takes a long time
There are too many empty seats
I don't have a number on the card and it scares me
I'm used to not choosing anything in life
I have not been given everything
I was in a trap, now I'm waiting for life to serve me my part
My piece of bread, and I already know that everything has been shared a long time ago
There are no equal honors here
Here you take the smallest piece and eat last, if you come last
These are bad signs, I read them on the sign board
I will fly in that direction on a swallow
I have to leave the South, if that doesn't come full circle
You have three more directions to look for me
It's time to board, I need one favor for the end
Turn and walk away!
I've always been subtle
Don't look at my back
You will see the knives of other people's successes
Here is my card, you will give it to me when I tell you that it is waiting for me
On this same platform, for some old reasons
And don't worry, I have your number written in my brain
Everything fell into the water
Dirty things fade — lose their whiteness
But thank God, otherwise they would never have surfaced
I will take off with the swallows
I will survive the fall if I don't reach the height
I hug the black clouds, I drink the rain
I will dance on it like a Hindu