Lyrics of Tempo velegrada - Elemental, Mario Igrec

Tempo velegrada (original)

Tijelom prolazi ti ritam grada
Mjesečina na lice pada ti
Osjeti, dal vidiš li?
On zbog tebe postoji…
REMI:
Hej…Šššš.slušaj kako diše
Osjeti miris mokrog asfalta poslije kiše
Dotakni sivu, hrapavu kožu betona
Kad ga jednom takneš, držiš ga se ko ja mikrofona
Njegov olovni dah isprva uljeva strah
Ali što više dišem s njim to ga više u krvi osjećam
Ko vrsni diler, navuče te odmah, i dok su pluća puna smoga
Ti ne kužiš, to je droga ovog betonskog Boga
Ja ko ovisnik priznajem da ne mogu al ni ne želim bez toga…
Gdje god da odem, sve me podsjeća na njega
Svaki pedalj, svaka fasada mi zgleda ko dio mog grada
Nikada, nigdje, koraci isto ne zvuče
Ko kad koračam ulicom znajuć da tu sam kod kuće
Volim kad mu uzavre krv i poludi
Kad mu žilama naviru bujice tisuća ljudi
Skoči mu adrenalin, ko divlji pas strgne se s lanca
Tad me zna bit strah ko da sam malo djete u rukama stranca
Volim ga gledati dok spava, njegov san moja je java
I dok misli mi teku kao Sava;
Volim ga gledati dok spava, njegova java moj je san
Dok imam srca neće biti sam…
SHOT:
Osjeti ga kako diše grad kako pulsira
Dok se dan polako gubi u sumrak, nikog ne dira
Svatko kroči svojim putem, grad diše istim dahom
Pluća miliona, stupa korakom kolona svojih ljudi
Svojih duša, svog života grad nosi grijehe i pogreške
Svakog svoga pasjeg skota, on te smota ko kanabis
Zavede ko žensko tijelo, gradski ritam te povede
Povede u cijelo putovanje beskrajima svojih ulica
Fasada, svoga ponosa i jada — gornjeg i donjeg grada
Smrada rijeke što ju presijeca i osmjeha ljudi
Kad im na račun sjedne plaća početkom mjeseca
Grad…- grad koji me inspirira i potiče, da
Baš za njega pišem svoje priče…
REMI:
Da baš za njega ja pišem svoje priče…
INK:
Ja živim u vrtlogu, (grada)
Sve noćne ptice recite hu hu, za mračnu ulicu (grada)
Ink piše kak se diše u velegradu, sada
Kada neki od nas više nisu s nama
Sve nam zvuči smiješno ko Dalaj Lama
Inkognito (ššššš…) budite tiho
Samo djelić sekunde i potoneš u mrak za sitno
Postaneš nevidljiv, kraljevo novo ruho
Zato dobro pazi što ti šapćem na uho
A ti protuho, što me slijediš u sjeni
Drvena kraljica 2,3, nek ti se srce skameni
Ne vjeruješ nikome, bolje vjeruj meni
Za tempo velegrada trebaš bolji hoody neg' Kenny
Jer svi nose maske, to je dio prakse
Živo blato za prase, jer te zaludi ko mase
Odraso na sirenama, Bože grijehe prosti
Tempo grada u venama nabija bilo do kosti
Znam gdje, neman počiva znam kuda ić'
Bilježim ritam zločina ko Fabijan Šovagović
Pa sam spreman za velegradski spleen
Čvrsto vezan ko adenin timin
Gvanin i citozin…
SHOT:
Ima bezbroj lica i naličja — jezika i narječja
Raste poput malog djeteta iz naručja ljudi
Koji su mu krvotok u tempu velegrada
Jedan ustaje dok drugi pada, on se ne mijenja
Mada bio je i bit će cilj mnogima
Moja inspiracija on je tlo pod mojim nogama

(translation)

The rhythm of the city passes through your body
The moonlight falls on your face
Feel it, do you see?
He exists because of you…
RUMMY:
Hey… Shhh. Listen to how he breathes
He could smell the wet asphalt after the rain
Touch the gray, rough skin of the concrete
Once you touch it, you hold it like a microphone
His leaden breath instills fear at first
But the more I breathe with him the more I feel him in my blood
As an excellent dealer, he pulls you in right away, even while your lungs are full of smog
You don't get it, it's the drug of this concrete God
As an addict, I admit that I can't or don't want to do without it…
Wherever I go, everything reminds me of him
Every inch, every facade looks like a part of my city
Never, nowhere, do steps sound the same
Like when I walk down the street knowing I'm here at home
I love when his blood boils and he goes crazy
When torrents of thousands of people flood his veins
His adrenaline jumps as the wild dog rips off the chain
Then I can be afraid as if I were a small child in the hands of a stranger
I love watching him sleep, his dream is my java
And while my thoughts flow like Sava;
I love watching him sleep, his java is my dream
As long as I have a heart I will not be alone…
SHOT:
Feel him breathe the city pulsing
As the day slowly fades into twilight, no one is touched
Everyone walks their own path, the city breathes the same breath
Lungs millions, stepping on columns of their people
The city bears the sins and mistakes of its souls, of its life
Every one of his dog bastards, he rolls you up like cannabis
Seduce like a woman's body, the city rhythm leads you
He took the whole journey through the endless streets
Facade, its pride and misery - the upper and lower city
The stench of the river that crosses it and the smiles of the people
When they get paid into the account at the beginning of the month
City… - a city that inspires and encourages me, yes
I write my stories just for him…
RUMMY:
Yes, I write my stories just for him…
INK:
I live in a whirlpool, (city)
Tell all the night birds hu hu, for the dark street (of the city)
Ink writes how he breathes in the big city, now
When some of us are no longer with us
It all sounds ridiculous to us like the Dalai Lama
Incognito (shhhhh…) be quiet
Just a split second and you sink into the darkness for a pittance
You become invisible, the king's new attire
So be careful what I whisper in your ear
And you shit, following me in the shadows
Wooden Queen 2,3, let your heart be hardened
You don't trust anyone, you better trust me
For the pace of the big city, you need a better hoody than Kenny
Because everyone wears masks, that’s part of the practice
Live mud for pigs, because they drive you crazy like the masses
Growing up on mermaids, God forgive sins
The pace of the city in his veins pounded to the bone
I know where, the monster rests I know where to go
I record the rhythm of crimes like Fabijan Šovagović
So I’m ready for a metropolitan spleen
Tightly bound like adenine thymine
Guanine and cytosine…
SHOT:
He has countless faces and backs - language and dialect
It grows like a small child from the arms of men
What are his bloodstream at the pace of the metropolis
One gets up while the other falls, he doesn’t change
Although he was and will be the goal of many
My inspiration he is the ground under my feet