Translation of the song lyrics Dobar Dan - Elemental

Dobar Dan (original)

Shot:
Ispraznio sam ladicu, stavio sve u kutiju
Spremio svoju šalicu i stvari što sa mnom putuju jer
Puko mi je film i boli me već znaš šta
Dižem sidro odavde, mater im njihova, nema
Oproštajne zabave, poklona od kolega
Izlazim na kišnu ulicu jer dosta mi je svega, nek me
Zalije, kiša smoči me, radije neg ovo tupilo
Ne mogu, stvarno ne mogu, previše tog se skupilo
Vozim kući zadnji put sa posla, slušam tupi zvuk
Brisača, okolina to ne shvača al meni se tamo ne vraća
— nisam za to, sve vrijeme sam to znao, sad se
Čudim samom sebi što sam uopće tol’ko ostao
Dosta i previše sranja za malo para, niti
Za to imam dara, nit se tamo nešto stvara, idem
Kući, ne vračam se i puca mi što će bit, rađe
Pošteno gladan nego kurvanjski da sam sit, i
Taman kad sam mislio već opsovati nešto
Stvari su samo nekako sjele na svoje mjesto
Gurnem kljuc u bravu dok ulazim u stan i pomislim
«ovo je bio dobar dan»
Ovo je zbilja dobar dan
Ovo je zbilja dobar dan
Dan kada mislim samo na sebe
Ovo je zbilja dobar dan
Ovo je zbilja dobar dan
Ovo je zbilja dobar dan
Dan kada mislim samo na sebe
Ovo je zbilja dobar dan
Remi:
Opet su se skupile oko kafe-aparata
Da komentiraju kolege iza zatvorenih vrata
Hihoću se glupavo, sve smatraju smiješnim
Srednjevječne gospođe u majicama pretijesnim
Prolazim pored, osjećam poglede na leđima
Teško je u takvoj situaciji ostat normalna
A šef ko šef, olinjali pervertit
Za mlado meso ima razvijen apetit
Zatrpava me poslom, dok u uredu gladi kitu
Cijele dane na domjencima glumi elitu
Vidim da me gleda, mesari me buljavim očima
Pomislim, ako me opet dirne, ubit ću ga
«Kolegice dođite, nešto mi nije jasno»
I njegova ruka na mom dupetu… ma prekrasno
Nakon stotog puta, napokon gubim živce
«Jebem vam mater, gospodine», pljunem mu u lice
Istrčavam iz ureda, trpam stvari, dosta je govana
Ne želim se više osjećat silovana
Suznih očiju, na rubu, vučem se do kuće
Napravila sam nešto za sebe, razmišljam dok me kiša tuče
I taman kad sam mislila opsovati nešto
Stvari su napokon legle na svoje mjesto
Gurnem ključ u bravu dok u ulazim u stan
I pomislim, ovo je bio dobar dan
Ovo je zbilja dobar dan
Ovo je zbilja dobar dan
Dan kada mislim samo na sebe
Ovo je zbilja dobar dan
Ovo je zbilja dobar dan
Ovo je zbilja dobar dan
Dan kada mislim samo na sebe
Ovo je zbilja dobar dan
Shot:
Kolko sam puta istrpio, kolko prešutio
Samo da ne bi po nosu dobio
Kolko sam puta glavu pognuo, koliko pregrmio
Samo da nebi sigurnost izgubio
Kolko ustupaka, sve jer sam se bojao
Da tlo pod nogama ne bi izgubio
Kolko slomova, koliko
Sve bi to izbjego samo da sam im’o više petlje

Dobar Dan (translation)

Shot:
I emptied the drawer, put everything in the box
Stored my cup and the things they travel with me because
I'm broke the movie and I'm in pain, you know what
I'm raising the anchor from here, their mother is gone
Farewell parties, gifts from colleagues
I go out on a rainy street because I'm tired of everything, let me
It's raining, the rain is wetting me, I'd rather this blunt
I can't, I really can't, too much has come together
I'm driving home for the last time from work, listening to a dull sound
Eraser, the environment doesn't understand that, but it doesn't come back to me there
- I'm not for it, I knew it all the time, now it is
I wonder why I stayed that long
Enough and too much shit for a little money, neither
I have a gift for that, nothing is created there, I'm going
Home, I'm not coming back and I'm shooting what will happen, I'd rather
Fairly hungry than a whore to be full, and
Just when I was about to curse something
Things just kind of fell into place
I push the key into the lock as I enter the apartment and think
"This was a good day"
This is a really good day
This is a really good day
A day when I think only of myself
This is a really good day
This is a really good day
This is a really good day
A day when I think only of myself
This is a really good day
Draw:
They gathered around the coffee machine again
To comment colleagues behind closed doors
I giggle stupidly, everyone finds it funny
Medieval ladies in T-shirts too tight
I walk past, feeling the looks on my back
It is difficult to stay normal in such a situation
A boss like a boss, a pervert
He has a developed appetite for young meat
He overwhelms me with work while he strokes my dick in the office
He plays the elite all day at banquets
I see him looking at me, butchers staring at me
I think if he touches me again, I'll kill him
"Colleagues, come, something is not clear to me"
And his hand on my ass is beautiful
After a hundred times, I finally lose my temper
"Fuck you mother, sir," I spit in his face
I run out of the office, stuff things, a lot of shit
I don't want to feel raped anymore
With tears in my eyes, on the edge, I drag myself home
I made something for myself, thinking while the rain beats me
And just when I was thinking of cursing something
Things finally fell into place
I push the key into the lock as I enter the apartment
And I think, this was a good day
This is a really good day
This is a really good day
A day when I think only of myself
This is a really good day
This is a really good day
This is a really good day
A day when I think only of myself
This is a really good day
Shot:
How many times have I endured, how many times have I kept silent
Just so he wouldn't get hit in the nose
How many times I bowed my head, how many times I overwhelmed
Just so he doesn't lose security
How many concessions, all because I was afraid
That he would not lose the ground under his feet
How many breakdowns, how many
I would have avoided it all if I had more loopholes