Translation of the song lyrics Malo je - Urban & 4

Malo je (original)

Najviše volim kada ne mislim nikoga, ne mislim
Nikoga ne trebam i ne mrzim nikoga
Ne ljubim i ne zovem nikoga
Ne žalim i ne hrabrim nikoga
Ne pitam kako si, zašto bi, ikada
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Malo je, malo je, malo je
Dobrih stvari u mene
Samoća je (je, je, je)
Moja umjetnost (x2)
Ponekad mi netko umre na rukama
Ponekad me netko nazove noću i opsuje, poklopi slušalicu
Ponekad iz gomile šamar doleti ili pljuvačka, ponekad
A ponekad pišu grozne stvari po vratima
Ponekad prijete i kažu nije dobro
Ne brini, bit' će uskoro i gor
Dobacuju na stanici, ne čujem
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Malo je, malo j, malo je
Dobrih stvari u mene
Samoća je (je, je, je)
Moja umjetnost (x2)
U svoju obranu bih rekao: prestao sam jesti
Sve što ima oči i ponekad sam gost samome sebi
Sjećam se kada je moj život počeo stvari su dolazile sa zapada
A sada sve dolaze sa istoka i više ne mislim na tebe
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Malo je, malo je, malo je
Dobrih stvari u mene
Samoća je (je, je, je)
Moja umjetnost (x2)

Malo je (translation)

I like it best when I don't think of anyone, I don't
I don't need anyone and I don't hate anyone
I don't kiss and I don't call anyone
I do not regret and I do not encourage anyone
I don't ask how you are, why you would, ever
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It's little, it's little, it's little
Good things in me
Loneliness is (is, is, is)
My Art (x2)
Sometimes someone dies in my arms
Sometimes someone calls me at night and swears, hangs up
Sometimes a slap or spit flies from the crowd, sometimes
And sometimes they write awful things on the door
Sometimes they threaten and say it is not good
Don't worry, it will be worse soon
They're playing at the station, I can't hear it
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It's small, it's small, it's small
Good things in me
Loneliness is (is, is, is)
My Art (x2)
In my defense I would say: I stopped eating
Anything with eyes and sometimes I am a guest to myself
I remember when my life started things were coming from the west
And now they all come from the east and I don't think of you anymore
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It's little, it's little, it's little
Good things in me
Loneliness is (is, is, is)
My Art (x2)