Lyrics of Ima dana - Eldorado

Ima dana (original)

Dani lete ko sekunde, gledam ulice i ljude
Neki spavaju do podne neki se u zoru bude
Grudi su mi pune, eksplodiraće mi vene
Kapilari su mi prsli, ne prepoznajem ni sebe
Dani nisu isti kada prione se radu
Klizim kolima po gradu, gledam kako glume bandu
Mangupi u stadu pričaju da prave pare
Dok im dugove i kamate na kraju vraća ćale
Drugovi u kraju vraćaju se u normalu
Neki su na računaru, neki su na viljuškaru
Neki daju zadnju paru i lupaju rulete
Ovde svako peto dete zna da štancuje tikete
Treba da se radi i da pada znoj sa čela
Ima dana kad bih samo izašao iz ovog tela
Nekih ljudi više nema i to se zove karma
Neka vam je laka zemlja, vidimo se jednog dana.
(Ouu!)
Ima dana kad sam besan i kad svađam se kevom
Ima dana kad ne mogu da se povežem sa telom
Ima dana kada jurim i kad cimam se sa kerom
Ima dana kada ne idem u sudar sa problemom
Jebeno je vreme, žene biraju degene
Zaljubljeni seku vene ili skaču s' Lepe Brene
Neke priče dugo žive jer su naratori isti
Besparica stvori to što ne može ni Dizni
Prizori su jezivi a kola su na rezervi
Drugovi su ludi, samo nemoj reći nezreli
Roditelji nervozni računi kad ih stegnu
Piju mrtve bensendine kada trebaju da legnu
Nenormalni zakoni, policija ih štiti
Gradom idu pedofili manijaci i banditi
Deca su u školi ali ih prate par morona
Kući vrate se bez jakne ili novog telefona.
(Ajmo!)
Ima dana kad poludim jer mi neki ljudi fale
Ima dana kad ne mogu da je izbacim iz glave
Ima dana kada pišem i kad blokira mi pamet
Ima dana kad ne prihvatam ni jedan bratski savet
Previše se misli, ciljevi nam nisu isti
Mene muzika očisti, tebe džokavac u piksli
Improvizujemo stvarnost jer je tako mnogo lakše
Soba je u dimu, prazni razgovori i flaše
Pregaženi snovi, svi su putevi ka lovi
Ova država je luka, mnogo njih bi da isplovi
Usidreno stojim i kad prividno se krećem
Ima dana punih sreće, ima dana kad me neće
Haos je u glavi, zato pravim ove rime
Mozak radi dvesta posto kao Sovjetske mašine
Ja ne ponosim se time što smo pravili kombine
Glupi tripovi za klinje da se zapali i cimne

(translation)

Days fly like seconds, I look at the streets and people
Some sleep until noon, some wake up at dawn
My chest is full, my veins will explode
My capillaries are bursting, I don't even recognize myself
Days are not the same when they are working
I slide my car around town, watch them play the gang
The mongooses in the herd talk about making money
While their debts and interest are eventually paid back by grief
The comrades eventually return to normal
Some are on a computer, some are on a forklift
Some give their last pair and play roulette
Here, every fifth child knows how to stamp tickets
You need to work and sweat
There are days when I would just get out of this body
Some people are gone and that's called karma
Have a easy country, see you one day.
(Ouch!)
There are days when I'm angry and I fight with the cat
There are days when I can't connect with my body
There are days when I'm chasing and when I'm hanging out with the car
There are days when I don't run into a problem
It's the frickin' time, women choose degens
Lovers cut vines or jump from Lepa Brena
Some stories live on for a long time because the narrators are the same
Desperation creates what even Disney can't
The scenes are creepy and the cars are in reserve
Mates are crazy, just don't say immature
Parents nervous bills when they tighten them
They drink dead bensendines when they need to go to bed
Abnormal laws, the police protect them
Pedophile maniacs and bandits roam the city
The kids are at school but they are being followed by a couple of morons
They come home without a jacket or a new phone.
(Let's go!)
There are days when I go crazy because some people fail me
There are days when I can't get her out of my head
There are days when I write and it blocks my mind
There are days when I don't accept a single piece of brotherly advice
There is too much thinking, our goals are not the same
The music cleanses me, you the jock in the pixel
We improvise reality because it's much easier that way
The room is full of smoke, empty conversations and bottles
Trampled dreams, all roads lead to hunting
This country is a port, many of them would like to set sail
I stand anchored even when I seem to be moving
There are days full of happiness, there are days when I don't want to
Chaos is in the head, that's why I make these rhymes
The brain works two hundred percent like Soviet machines
I'm not proud of the fact that we made combinations
Stupid trips for kids to get fired up and fired up