Lyrics of Ja Nisam Odavle - Zabranjeno pušenje

Ja Nisam Odavle (original)

Ovde noc pada grubo
Uz naceto pivo i skripu kocnica
Traje duze no u ostalom svetu
Bez skrupula i zelje za pomilovanjem
Ljudi su ovde drcni i odlucni
Al' tesko je reci da ista vide
Oni jure po jazbinama s' namerom da ubiju
U sebi i poslednje znakove svesti
Tvoje usne kontrolisu pokrete moje
Tvoja sjena pada preko pola beograda
Ja je pratim bez daha od vrata do vrata
Kao jadnik sto luta za rudnikom zlata
Kao slijepac sto prati udarac stapa
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Kao pravi zadnji papak
Kao sneg u prolece
Kao bosna bez mira
Kao usran bez papira
Kao uljez osecam se
Ja nisam odavle
Zene su ovde meke i vrele
Kao i svuda gde ne vlada bog
One mazno kriju delove tela
I cekaju da ih pokupi zlo
Klinci se jebu k’o stuke
Njihovo seme curi niz haustore
Sprice bacaju direktno u savu
Iz save u dunav, a iz dunava u crno more
Znam da postoje mnogi putevi ka sreci
Al' za zajeb nema puno vremena
Nema mjesta za mala mastanja
U gradu bez prastanja
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Ne vjerujem vise da cu te naci
Ne vjerujem da mogu da pratim tvoj trag
Opet me nespremnog docekuje jutro
Bez ikog ko mi je drag
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(translation)

Here the night falls roughly
With a beer brewing and a squeak of the brakes
It lasts longer than in the rest of the world
Without scruples and a desire for pardon
The people here are bold and determined
But it's hard to say they saw the same
They run after the lairs with the intention of killing
In itself and the last signs of consciousness
Your lips control my movements
Your shadow falls over half of Belgrade
I follow her breathlessly from door to door
Like a poor man wandering behind a gold mine
Like a blind man following the blow of a stick
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Like a real hind hoof
Like snow in spring
Like a Bosnia without peace
Like paperless shit
I feel like an intruder
I'm not from here
The women here are soft and hot
As everywhere where God does not rule
They smoothly hide body parts
And they are waiting for evil to pick them up
Kids fuck like bastards
Their seeds leak through the haustore
They throw the syringes directly into the Sava
From the Sava to the Danube, and from the Danube to the Black Sea
I know there are many paths to happiness
But there's not much time to fuck
There is no room for small fantasies
In a city without forgiveness
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I don't believe I'll find you anymore
I don't believe I can follow your trail
The morning greets me unprepared again
Without anyone I love
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