Translation of the song lyrics Nešto Ću Ti Reći - Jantar

Nešto Ću Ti Reći (original)

Mračna soba, jedan čovjek, bol traje danima
Suze kao tajnu čuva jedan ključ u vratima
Shvati da nije lako jer izjeda ga hladni rat
Svaki dan je nova bitka koju vodi ova panika
I pratilja satima moli, nekad navrati do sobe
Moraš znati da boli kad riječ ne progovore
Vikne «Gotovo je!», pljune na pod i potom ode
On ne trepne ni jednom, prigrli svoje noćne more
To u točno podne, vrisak iz petnih žila
Čupa nokte zubima i trese nogom teških živca
Traži brzu smrt, kraj u ova čet'ri zida
Nema hrabrosti osim kada je u sjeni igla
Zlatni šut za zadnji put, sad sjedi miran
I razmišlja, tko će mu u svijet otpremit sina
Vadi pero iz ruke, odma' zatim spremi krila
Možda drugi put kad svoje grijehe ženi prizna
Gnječi pisma, kleči iza kožnate fotelje
Pali slike starih izleta u poznate bordele
Koje dobio je poštom, ostalo je tu uz krevet
Pisma, ucjene, uroci, iznude i neke prijetnje
Život lijep je, i ljepši bez mene, sam sobom priča
Srce joj je slomljeno zbog nekih prljavih pička
Kol’ko ljudi je pod zemljom zbog prokletog prestiža?
Sve je mrtvo u meni, ostaje mi samo… ništa
Ostaje mi samo ništa, zapravo ništa mi ne ostaje
Osjeti smrt, budi vjeran njoj i ostavi slova
Poljubac u čelo djece, vrijeme da pozdraviš doma
Život vrijedi jako malo, ovdje sve je strah i zloba
Mrak i groblja k’o njegova soba, wannabe Boga
Najgora noć ikad, ni disat više ne može
I mrzi činjenicu da ga ljudi fakat ne vole
Preteško je, zato i uvijek spušta rolete
K’o i noćas ali ovog puta on gušta tablete
Vuče sa stola, muči ga lova, sjeb’o je milje
Viče «Jebo vas pičke!», zatim odjednom utihne
Duša prodana je vragu, vratio se da podigne
Ovog puta se je sjeb’o, jer je prodana od prije
Žile šapću «Daj nam još jednom to konačno»
On je svjestan svojeg straha i osjeća mora poć'
Put je neizmjerno dug, shvati da je droga zlo
Noge se ne miču, možda mu je zadnja ova noć
«Koga, što?»
polako svađa se sa umom
Oči sklapaju se same, nada se da to je umor
Nadasve izbezumljen, izgleda kao truplo
Kojeg pojela je bolest, možda najgori tumor
Glupo se je stalno odupirat' i stvarno je tužno
Da će si mozak prosvirat' netko 'ko je nama uzor
Ili bi trebao biti, dok je nešto sasvim drugo
Kvazi krunom, traži vulo, zatim prazni ju glumom
Zadnji put povuče lajnu i gle, sve isto sranje
I Berreta pored stola nađe mu se ispod brade
Prst se trese danas svi to rade za bris odavdje
«Jebeš svijet!»
hladan lik pokaže srednji prst i misli kraj je
…ali nije!
«Gospodine predsjedniče!»
— «Ha?»
— «Gospodine predsjedniče, helikopter je
spreman.
Na odredištu se nalazi kompletna postrojba koja je spremna za polazak»
— «Evo, evo, evo dolazim.»
— «Bina je postavljena, vrijeme je da se obratite
narodu.»
Osjeti smrt, budi vjeran njoj i ostavi slova
Poljubac u čelo djece, vrijeme da pozdraviš doma
Život vrijedi jako malo, ovdje sve je strah i zloba
Mrak i groblja k’o njegova soba, wannabe Boga
Osjeti smrt, budi vjeran njoj i ostavi slova
Poljubac u čelo djece, vrijeme da pozdraviš doma
Život vrijedi jako malo, ovdje sve je strah i zloba
Mrak i groblja ko njegova soba, wannabe Boga
«Nešto ću ti reći…»

(translation)

A dark room, one man, the pain lasts for days
Tears are kept as a secret by one key in the door
He realizes that it is not easy because he is being consumed by the cold war
Every day is a new battle waged by this panic
And the attendant begs for hours, sometimes she comes to the room
You have to know that it hurts when the word is not spoken
He shouts "It's over!", spits on the floor and then leaves
He doesn't even blink, he embraces his nightmares
That at exactly noon, a scream from the veins of the heels
He pulls out his nails with his teeth and shakes the heavy nerves with his foot
He is looking for a quick death, an end in these four walls
There is no courage except when there is a needle in the shadow
Golden shot for the last time, now sitting still
And he thinks, who will send his son to the world
He takes the feather out of his hand, then immediately puts away his wings
Maybe the second time he confesses his sins to his wife
He crushes letters, kneels behind a leather armchair
Burns pictures of old trips to famous brothels
Which he received in the mail, remained there by the bed
Letters, blackmail, spells, extortion and some threats
Life is beautiful, and more beautiful without me, he tells himself
Her heart is broken by some dirty pussies
How many people are underground because of damn prestige?
Everything is dead in me, I have nothing left
I have nothing left, nothing really left
Feel death, be faithful to it and leave letters
Kiss on the forehead kids, time to say hello home
Life is worth very little, here everything is fear and malice
Darkness and a cemetery like his room, wannabe God
Worst night ever, can't even breathe anymore
And he hates the fact that people just don't like him
It's too heavy, that's why it always brings down the blinds
Like tonight, but this time he's eating pills
He pulls from the table, he is tormented by the hunt, he has fucked for miles
He shouts "Fuck you cunts!", then suddenly falls silent
The soul was sold to the devil, he came back to raise
This time she screwed up, because she was already sold
Žile whispers «Give us that one more time»
He is aware of his fear and feels he must go.
The road is extremely long, understand that drugs are evil
His legs don't move, maybe this is his last night
"Who, what?"
slowly arguing with the mind
His eyes close on their own, he hopes it's tiredness
Most distraught, he looks like a corpse
Who was eaten by the disease, perhaps the worst tumor
It's stupid to keep resisting' and it's really sad
That his brain will be blown by someone who is a role model for us
Or it should be, while it is something else entirely
With a quasi-crown, he asks for a vulo, then empties it with an act
He pulls the line one last time and lo and behold, all the same crap
And the beret next to the table is under his chin
Finger shaking today everyone is doing it for a swab from here
"Fuck the world!"
the cool character shows his middle finger and thinks it's over
…but it is not!
"Mr. President!"
— "Huh?"
— "Mr. President, it's a helicopter."
ready.
At the destination there is a complete unit that is ready for departure»
— "Here, here, here I come."
— «The stage is set, it's time to address
to the people."
Feel death, be faithful to it and leave letters
Kiss on the forehead kids, time to say hello home
Life is worth very little, here everything is fear and malice
Darkness and a cemetery like his room, wannabe God
Feel death, be faithful to it and leave letters
Kiss on the forehead kids, time to say hello home
Life is worth very little, here everything is fear and malice
Darkness and a graveyard like his room, wannabe God
"I'll tell you something..."