Lyrics of Udahni - Nevena Glibetić Nensi, Krumes

Udahni (original)

Udahni, pusti
Udahni i pusti
Udahni i pusti, daleko plovi brod
Udahni i pusti, taj svet nije
Tvoj
Ponekad voleo bih da umaknem nekud
Voleo bih da jednostavno nestanem
Voleo bih da jednostavno prestanem
Da budem sve što post’o sam nakon svoje petnaeste
Samo je tada bilo effortless
Sada sam nešto k’o hologram
Sada tu sam i nisam i zurim u lica
Nekapirajući ništa od ovoga
Tik-tik i postpopularnost
Jao čekaj, jel' ti beše onaj reper?
Sad te nema nigde a pre te bilo stalno
Naj fan sam tebe, IDJa i Cece
Ja volim sve u isto vreme
Zato što sam millennial kreten
Samo da sam prvi comment nakon pesme
I fotka za mreže i potpis na listu od sveske
Tik-tik i postidentitet
Nije MC, piše neke knjige
Nije pisac, piše neke rime
Ni PN ni BG, adresa iz lične je nigde
Kao korov, niče gde stigne
I čujem da se meša u politiku
A znamo povod smišljene igre
Za pare da nam podeli po kritiku
A to je mali paćenik i strani plaćenik
I bilo bi bolje da je za glavu skraćen
I da pusti nas na miru da slavimo svoje ruglo i ambis
Nemoj da daviš!
Tik-tik i postrealizam
Devedesete ispred i iza
Svi pukli, samo nek pucaju
Predsednik i dalje drži čas fašizma
Kao da sam dva’es godina bio u komi i probudio se danas
Potpuni stranac, sav sam k’o magla k’o sablast
Prošlosti balast nije moj svet, nije mi jasan
Ukrašen grad k’o Zorica Brunclik
Džiberski naslovi svuda za klik
Ceo dan s medija laže te lik
Piša ti u usta a ti moliš za bis
Beda i kič, beznađe ljiga i šminka
Sve dok ih 'zika sa Pinka
Lagano vozika kod šrinka
Žaba se skuvala živa, evo me s njom u šerpi
A što li je to moja briga i čije bukagije teglim
Zato blindiram sebe i nižem bližnje pod palubom barke Nojeve
Ali čujem iz komore sve što izgovore
Gore iz Gomore i Sodome i kažem
Udahni
Udahni i pusti, daleko plovi brod
Udahni i pusti, taj svet nije tvoj
Tik-tik i Eminem srpski
Kažem «hvala» a mislim se «crkni»
Da me sad lupi auto il' tramvaj
Eto šta bi pamtili manje-više sve kad se skupi
I zato mi je dobro u rupi
Jer gore je govana pomama
Kad je nenormalno normalna pojava
Ostaje da budeš ili barka Nojeva ili glava bojeva
Vazda bolje da padnem u zaborav nego pad na kolena
Naš svet je ovca i gazda kolje ga
Istina gola a svi kul s tim k’o da smo Ada Bojana
Post-postskriptum
Ovih dana si betoniram kriptu
Kriptonitom ispod ne dam nikom
Čisto inkognito pa i superljude smatram viškom
Istom pričom dave savetodavno
A neću ničiji savet odavno
Dao sam sebi zavet uglavnom da mi grafikon duše izgleda ravno
Da me ne dotiče i ne pogađa
Černobilj ovdašnji, java iz košmara, ljudi bez obraza
Nije rov da puca no da ne bi puk’o od poraza
I zato odbij — šta ćeš ovde sa bombom u katakombi?
I nema nade, nada je sada zombi
Otkinutom vilicom tužno se smeši i kopni
Psihoze obučene u lica
Bauljaju do posla i nazad
Savile se šipke i kičma
I koji ću im ja kurac da ih smaram?
Zato utisak nedelje — ja neopredeljen
Ne želim ni da čujem, da vidim, da jedem
Sve pripadam nepripadanju
Samom sebi sam varka
Ukidam i Marčela i Marka da umaknem nekud
Da jednostavno nestanem
Da jednostavno prestanem
Da budem sve što post’o sam nakon svoje petnaeste
Samo je tada bilo effortless
Sada sam nešto k’o utvara
Zatvaram vrata svog bunkera
Nagazim leš što zvao se Uteha i kažem
Udahni
Udahni i pusti
Udahni i pusti
Udahni i pusti
Udahni i pusti
Udahni i pusti
Udahni i pusti
Udahni i pusti, daleko plovi brod
Udahni i pusti, taj svet nije tvoj
Udahni i pusti, svet nije tvoj

(translation)

Inhale, let go
Inhale and let go
Inhale and let go, the ship sails far
Breathe in and let go, that world is not
Yours
Sometimes I'd like to get away
I wish I could just disappear
I wish I could just stop
To be all that I fasted after I was fifteen
Only then was it effortless
Now I'm like a hologram
Now I'm here and I'm not and I'm staring at the faces
Not capturing any of this
Tick-tick and postpopularity
Alas, wait, was that your rapper?
Now you are nowhere and before you were permanent
I'm a fan of you, IDJa and Cece
I love everything at the same time
Because I'm a millennial jerk
Just to be the first comment after the song
And a photo for the networks and a signature on the notebook list
Tick-tick and identity
He is not an MC, he writes some books
He is not a writer, he writes some rhymes
Neither PN nor BG, personal address is nowhere
Like a weed, it grows where it reaches
And I hear he's interfering in politics
And we know the reason for the thoughtful game
For the money to share with us after the criticism
And that is a small martyr and a foreign mercenary
And it would be better if it was shortened by the head
And to leave us alone to celebrate our mockery and abyss
Don't choke!
Tick-tick and postrealism
Nineties ahead and behind
Everyone broke, just let them shoot
The president still holds a class of fascism
It's like I've been in a coma for two years and I woke up today
A complete stranger, I'm like a fog like a ghost
The ballast of the past is not my world, it is not clear to me
A decorated city like Zorica Brunclik
Dziber titles everywhere for a click
The character has been lying to you all day from the media
He pees in your mouth and you beg for an encore
Misery and kitsch, hopelessness, slime and make-up
As long as they're zika from Pink
Lightly drive at the shrinkage
The frog was cooked alive, here I am with her in a pot
And what is my concern and whose buccaneers am I hauling
So I armor myself and lower my neighbors under the deck of Noah's ark
But I hear from the chamber everything they say
Up from Gomorrah and Sodom and I say
Inhale
Inhale and let go, the ship sails far
Breathe in and let go, that world is not yours
Tick-tick and Eminem Serbian
I say "thank you" and I mean "die"
Let me be hit by a car or a tram
This is what you would remember more or less when you get together
And that's why I'm good in the hole
Because the craze is shit upstairs
When it is abnormally normal
It remains to be either Noah's ark or the head of the battle
It's always better to fall into oblivion than to fall to my knees
Our world is a sheep and the boss slaughters it
The truth is naked and everyone is cool with it as if we are Ada Bojana
Post-postscript
These days I'm concreting my crypt
I don't give kryptonite below to anyone
I consider pure incognito and even superhumans to be surplus
With the same story, he gives advice
And I won't take anyone's advice for a long time
I made a vow to myself mostly to make the chart of my soul look flat
Don't touch me and don't hit me
Chernobyl here, nightmares, faceless people
It is not a trench to shoot, but not to be defeated
And so refuse - what are you going to do here with the bomb in the catacombs?
And there is no hope, hope is now a zombie
With a torn jaw, he smiled sadly and nodded
Psychosis trained in faces
They go to work and back
The bars and spine are bent
And what the fuck am I going to do to bother them?
That's why the impression of the week - I'm undecided
I don’t even want to hear, to see, to eat
I belong to non-belonging
I am deceiving myself
I cancel both Marcello and Mark to get away somewhere
To just disappear
To just stop
To be all that I fasted after I was fifteen
Only then was it effortless
Now I'm like a ghost
I close the door of my bunker
I step on a corpse called Consolation and say
Inhale
Inhale and let go
Inhale and let go
Inhale and let go
Inhale and let go
Inhale and let go
Inhale and let go
Inhale and let go, the ship sails far
Breathe in and let go, that world is not yours
Breathe in and let go, the world is not yours