Translation of the song lyrics Ostrvo bez okeana - Brut

Ostrvo bez okeana (original)

Moj grad je lep kada je dan
Al' umoran je i treba mu san
Nisam kopirao, citirao sam
Opet se otvaraju vrata, al' opet je prazan stan
Sve je bezdusno i licno, racuni i dugovanja su jedino pismo
Postar zvoni dvaput, drugovi jednom kada je hitno
A kada je prazan dzep, prazan je i inboks
Brate, sve se poistovecuje da se primecuje
Kad dobri glumci urade lose skeceve
Jos uvek je aktuelno secenje
Takvima platim pice i nasmejem se da im presedne
I trudite se da me ne sretnete
Kad varite, pijete, jedete i jebete
Vise niko ne slusa repere
I svi su obukli ordenje '90-te
Vid’o sam ljude u prijateljstvu iz profita
Svaka slicnost je slucajna ako pitas
Oziljke na obrazu i kad je faca cista
Mozda je los kadar, mozda je sminka
Ako jeste, da li se tesko skida
Koliko puta dnevno moras da se sminkas
Bacam rukavice u vasa lica
Mozda zbog toga prodate veci tiraz
Vec je poslepodne, neki traze izlaz
A ja se pitam kome ide koja tribina
Nocas ponesite kompas, i njega ne gubite
On se ne sminka, on nije obraz
Moj grad je lep kada je dan, al' umoran je i treba mu san
Verujem mu na rec, da ce da se vrati svaki dan kad zaspi, i ostavi me da se sam
branim
Moj grad je lep kada je dan, al' umoran je i treba mu san
Cekam da svane, molim se da ne pobegne, nocu nema manjeg grada, a vece podele
Ostrvo bez okeana, na mojoj strani
Nema nikog i prevrnuo se camac
Kad nema sunca, nema ni ljudi
Sve je puno pijanaca i kurvi
Nisu sinovi losiji i ocevi su bludni
Nocu stave katance i na crkvi, a na klupi svi su crni
Obeshrabreni u mladosti, sa urodjenim imunitetom na pakosti i gadosti
Neke igle ce se u srce zabosti, dobrodosli u fabriku radosti
Upalili su vatru, greju ruke i patike
Mozda naprave i lomacu, greju i kasike
Niko od njih ne lici na ratnike, al' rat se vodi i oni su inventar fabrike
Sakrijte dukate, nakite, zlatnike ti sto se nakite
Zavrse iskasapljeni k’o moje matrice
Postao sam osetljiv, budni su svi nervi
Jer u krizu su vam bas svi identiteti
Ja znam sta se desi kad dusa izvetri
Ljudska priroda se krije kao fetis (fetis)
Ej, i niko ne sanja i niko ne spava
Vec svanjava, zavrsava se predstava
Cekamo nov dan polu sklopljenih kapaka
Kad se naspavam uzivam po stavkama
Dok cekam vecerasnji nastavak, sabiram utiske
I trazim istinu u praznim casama

Ostrvo bez okeana (translation)

My city is beautiful during the day
Al' is tired and needs sleep
I didn't copy, I quoted
The door opens again, but the apartment is empty again
Everything is heartless and personal, bills and debts are the only letter
The old man rings twice, the comrades once when it is urgent
And when the pocket is empty, the inbox is empty too
Brother, everything equates to being noticed
When good actors do bad skits
It is still a current cut
I pay for drinks for such people and smile to make them laugh
And try not to meet me
When you digest, you drink, eat and fuck
No one listens to rappers anymore
And they all donned '90s gear
I have seen people in friendship for profit
Any resemblance is coincidental if you ask
Scars on the cheek even when the face is clean
Maybe it's a bad shot, maybe it's the make-up
If so, is it difficult to remove
How many times a day do you have to do your makeup?
I'm throwing my gloves in your faces
Maybe that's why you sell a larger print run
It is already afternoon, some are looking for an exit
And I wonder who goes to which stand
Bring a compass tonight, and don't lose it
He does not wear makeup, he is not a face
My city is beautiful during the day, but it is tired and needs sleep
I take him at his word, that he will come back every day when he falls asleep, and leave me alone
I defend
My city is beautiful during the day, but it is tired and needs sleep
I'm waiting for the dawn, I pray that he doesn't run away, at night there is no smaller town, but a bigger division
An island without an ocean, on my side
There is no one and the boat has capsized
When there is no sun, there are no people
Everything is full of drunkards and whores
Sons are not loathsome and fathers are promiscuous
At night, they also put padlocks on the church, and on the pews, everyone is black
Discouraged in youth, with innate immunity to mischief and nastiness
Some needles will stick in the heart, welcome to the factory of joy
They lit a fire, warm their hands and sneakers
Maybe they make a bonfire, heat and buckets
None of them look like warriors, but the war is being fought and they are factory inventory
Hide ducats, jewelry, gold coins and other jewelry
They end up butchered like my matrix
I have become sensitive, all my nerves are awake
Because all your identities are in crisis
I know what happens when the soul blows
Human nature hides itself as a fetish (fetis).
Hey, nobody dreams and nobody sleeps
He is already dreaming, the show is ending
We are waiting for a new day with half closed lids
When I get some sleep, I enjoy the items
While I'm waiting for tonight's sequel, I'm collecting impressions
And I'm looking for the truth in my free time