Lyrics of Pod Pritiskom - Elemental

Pod Pritiskom (original)

Remi:
Popuštam pod pritiskom ko sito puno pijeska
Samljevena stvarnošću ponekad sam bijesna
Na svijet i pijune, ja sam seljak bez bune
Buntovna kraljica drame bez zlatne krune
Balansiram na niti lucida i ludila
Držim glavu nad vodom da ne bi potonula
Problemi se nakote, dok si rekao keks
Nosim radnu knjižicu, doma sam spremila indeks
Objesila diplomu i ušutkala mamu
S pozitivom u duši nadam se novome danu
I živim pod naponom, znam, tako mora bit
Kad bi bar bilo garancije da me neće dokrajčit
Kod nas -se ne cijene- oni što stvaraju
Cijene se oni što gutaju i prilagođavaju
U očaju nad time, patetično se smijem
Ratujem sa očekivanjima svoje okoline
Lupam glavom u zid što drži me u reštu
Trčim na pokretnoj traci i ostajem u mjestu
Mogu jurit za uspjehom al taj vlak neću stić
Sve dok u glavi ne napravim switch
Spustim pogled i ne vidim dno
Al guram dalje, guram dalje…
Dignem pogled i nevidim nebo
Al guram dalje, guram dalje
Čini mi se, mijenjam se, netko novi postajem
Dignem pogled i nasmijem se…
I guram dalje, guram dalje
Shot:
Napravi ovo do tad, promijeni ovdje ovo tu
Donesi to do tamo sad usput prebaci ono u…
Do kada to sve to treba?
e pa trebalo je jučer!
Pa ti radi radi svaki dan ujutro do navečer
I tako cijeli mjesec, pitam se dal mi to treba
Stvarno zašto novci nikad ne padaju s neba
Jer navečer sam za ništa, ujutro teško budim se
Kad ću ak' ne sad, dok još je snage, zato trudim se
Popuštam pod pritiskom al ne dam da me slomi
Zato kažem sebi stisni zube, radi, radi čkomi
Ili op ili trop a taj si trop nemrem dopustit
Skupo sad bi bilo samo klonut glavu spustit
Pa kroz sito i rešeto dam da navlače me na sve strane
Postoji li taj trenutak kad odjednom sve to stane
Bijesan sâm na sebe — što dam da me razjebe
I često stanem pitam se dal za sve ima potrebe
Remi:
Jebe me to što bih trebala bit zrela
Zrelost voli kompromis, a njega ne bih htjela
I prokleto je to što nemam želudac za mulce
A moram se smješkat svima što mi idu na živce
Kad ih pošaljem kvragu, ispadnem bezobrazna
Jer sam svima draža draga, pitoma i mazna
Okrivljujem svoju nervozu na PMS
Psujem državu i život, lako gubim zdravu svijest
Gutam gluposti i trudim se sve okrenut na šalu
Čekam dan da mi dozlogrdi glumiti budalu

(translation)

Draw:
I give in under pressure like a sieve full of sand
Ground by reality, I am sometimes angry
To the world and pawns, I am a peasant without rebellion
A rebellious drama queen without a golden crown
I balance on threads of lucidity and madness
I keep my head above the water so it doesn't sink
Problems arose as you said biscuit
I carry a workbook, I saved the index at home
She hung up her diploma and silenced her mom
With a positive in my soul, I hope for a new day
And I live under voltage, I know, that's the way it has to be
If only there was a guarantee that he wouldn't finish me off
In our country - those who create are not appreciated
Those who swallow and adapt are appreciated
In desperation over it, I laugh pathetically
I am at war with the expectations of my surroundings
I bang my head against the wall that holds me back
I run on the treadmill and stay in place
I can chase success but I will not catch that train
Until I make a switch in my head
I look down and can't see the bottom
Al pushing on, pushing on…
I look up and see the sky
But I'm pushing on, I'm pushing on
It seems to me, I’m changing, I’m becoming someone new
I look up and laugh…
And I push on, I push on
Shot:
Do this until then, change this here here
Bring it there now by the way transfer it to…
How long does it take?
well it was yesterday!
Well you work every morning to night
And so for a whole month, I wonder if I need it
Really why money never falls from the sky
Because in the evening I am for nothing, in the morning I wake up hard
When I'm not going now, while I'm still strong, that's why I'm trying
I give in to the pressure but I don't let it break me
That's why I tell myself to grit my teeth, work, work
Either op or trop and I can't afford that trop
It would be expensive now to just lower your head
So through a sieve and a sieve I let them drag me in all directions
Is there a moment when all of a sudden it all stops
I am furious with myself - what I give to fuck me
And I often stop wondering if there is a need for everything
Draw:
Fuck me I should be mature
Maturity loves compromise, and I wouldn’t want it
And damn it, I don't have a stomach for toddlers
And I have to smile at everyone who gets on my nerves
When I send them to hell, I turn out to be rude
Because I love everyone dear, tame and smooth
I blame my nervousness on PMS
I curse the state and life, I easily lose my sanity
I swallow nonsense and try to turn everything into a joke
I'm waiting for the day to get tired of pretending to be a fool