Lyrics of Š.B.B.K.B.B. - Elemental

Š.B.B.K.B.B. (original)

SHOT:
Nije vrijeme nije mjesto al tu sam i šta ću sad
Možda jednom odem daleko al vratit ću se u svoj grad
Tisuće puta pit’o sam sam sebe šta bi bilo
Da se sve ovo nikada nije ni dogodilo
Da nisam ovdje rođen — da nemam ništa s tim
Da druga su vremena, da je život lagan, fin
Da me to nešto, viša sila, Bog il kak god hoćeš metn’o
Negdje drugdje — jel ikad i ti tako počneš mislit
Mene non-stop muči a znam da neću nikad znat
Volio bi saznat — al iskreno, ma neću srat ja
Volim svoj grad, ne bi ga mijenj’o ni za šta
Al zanima me kako je negdje gdje ima prilika
Di možda možeš lakše uspjet — šta da sam tamo rođen
— kak bi se zvao, kak bi izgled’o
I dal bi bio vođen muzikom il bi se palio na nešto drugo
— dal bi brzo umro il živio dugo
Jel ti vjeruješ u karmu, reinkarnaciju i takve stvari
Nemoj mene gledat ja ne znam — ustvari
Ma volio bi vjerovat jer onda jednom bilo bi bolje
I možda lakše bi podnosio sve ovo
Bio bi možda vedrije volje — manji pesimist
Točnije rečeno ne bi bio realist
Jer možda ja griješim kad si dozvoljavam da me dira situacija
Ne znam, kad razmislim zbilja šta bi bio di bi živio
Kak bi to sve izgledalo kak bi bilo da sam negdje drugdje se rodio
Da sam neko drugo lice, drugo ime u drugom vremenu
Ma Bog te pitaj šta!
— neko i neš' u nečemu
Da nije bilo rata da prodajem ploča ko kenje
Da radim ovo isto negdje drugdje gdje me cijene
Što bi bilo da, ja nisam ja
Da je sve druga fabula?
Kad bi imali sve što bi željeli
Dal' bi bili sretniji mi?
SHOT:
Moji snovi su preveliki, ja možda tražim previše
Ne samo za ovdašnje prilike nego više
Čak od realnih mogućnosti — Bože moj, takav sam
24 godine i znam što hoću, bahat sam
I tjeram vodu na svoj mlin — nisam sretan baš sa svim
Al imam viziju, nekako danas već znam
S čim bavit ću se u životu — to nije dobro —
U ovoj sredini je valjda najbolje bit pasivan
Da pobr’o sam stipendiju nisam — još sam zato tu
Volim svoj grad, htio bi ostati u Zagrebu
Kad već me tu stavilo pa da budem tu do kraja
Al nemrem si pomoć da ne razmišljam o tom
Šta ja možda bio bi da negdje drugdje rođen sam —
Da ovo smatram tuđe a ono mojim
Da sam -neko sasvim drugi ko odras’o je sa dosta para
— u zemlji di odma primjete za što imaš dara
— di kad se trudiš imaš - di kad si glup propadaš
Neko mjesto di sam si sudbinom upravljaš
Ovdje čekam jednog dana — kad dođe tren
Da ostavim trag, po nečem budem zapamćen…
REMI:
INK: Ja sam ja
SHOT: On je on, i ja sam ja
INK: I on je on
SHOT: Ja sad klimam
INK: A ja cimam, dok rokamo mikrofon.
ha ha ha ha
INK: Ja sam ja
SHOT: On je on, i ja sam ja
INK: I on je on
SHOT: Ja sad klimam
INK: A ja cimam, dok rokamo mikrofon.
ha ha ha ha

(translation)

SHOT:
It's not time, it's not a place, but I'm here and what am I going to do now
Maybe one day I'll go far but I'll go back to my city
Thousands of times I asked myself what would happen
That all this never happened
If I hadn't been born here - if I had nothing to do with it
That other times are, that life is easy, fine
Give me something, a higher power, God or whatever you want
Elsewhere - do you ever start thinking that way?
It bothers me non-stop and I know I will never know
I'd like to know - but honestly, I don't want to shit
I love my city, I wouldn't trade it for anything
But I wonder how it is somewhere where there are opportunities
Maybe you can succeed more easily - what if I was born there
- what would it be called, what would it look like
And whether he was guided by music or he was passionate about something else
- if he died quickly or lived long
Do you believe in karma, reincarnation and things like that
Don't look at me I don't know - actually
I would like to believe because then one day it would be better
And maybe it would be easier to put up with all this
He might be more cheerful - less pessimistic
More precisely, he would not be a realist
Because maybe I'm wrong when I allow myself to be touched by the situation
I don't know, when I really think about what it would be like to live
What it would all look like if I was born somewhere else
If I were someone else, another name at another time
God ask you what!
- Someone and something in something
If it weren't for the war, I'd be selling records
To do this the same somewhere else where I am appreciated
What if, I'm not me
That everything is a different plot?
If they had everything they wanted
Would you be happier for me?
SHOT:
My dreams are too big, I may be asking for too much
Not just for the occasion here but more
Even from the real possibilities - my God, that's how I am
24 years and I know what I want, I'm arrogant
And I drive water to my mill - I'm not happy with everything
But I have a vision, somehow I already know today
What I'm going to do with my life - that's not good -
In this environment, it is probably best to be passive
Yes, I didn't get a scholarship - that's why I'm still here
I love my city, I would like to stay in Zagreb
When he put me there so that I could be there until the end
But I can't help but think about it
What I might be if I was born somewhere else -
To consider this as someone else's and mine as mine
If I were someone else who grew up with a lot of money
- in a country where you immediately notice what you have a gift for
- yes, when you try, you have - yes, when you are stupid, you fail
Some place where you control your own destiny
I'm waiting here one day - when the time comes
To leave a trace, to be remembered for something…
REMI:
INK: It's me
SHOT: He's him, and so am I.
INK: And he is him
SHOT: I'm nodding now
INK: And I sniff as we rock the microphone.
ha ha ha ha
INK: It's me
SHOT: He's him, and so am I.
INK: And he is him
SHOT: I'm nodding now
INK: And I sniff as we rock the microphone.
ha ha ha ha