- pa ako se poslije ovog ko' usudi, nek slobodno zagrize kockicu leda (tak' su me nazvali neki dan, pa da onda bar to i potvrdim )
I don't want to be the filler if the void is solely yours /jer praznine si sam stvorio, zamišljene u tvojoj glavi, ja ih ne mogu ispuniti koliko god ti bio uvjeren u to/
I don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
Hidden in the bottom drawer /jer ono čega se najviše sramiš najprije će se otkriti, a to sam u ovom slučaju ja/
I don't want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine /jer imam i svojih briga i problema/
Lend me some fresh air /jer me previše gušiš/
I don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to
you /jer me ne možeš obožavati zbog nečega što nisam/
I don't want to be your babysitter
You're a very big boy now /jer mi ne treba netko na koga ću stalno paziti što radi/
I don't want to be your mother
I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months /jer da želim nekoga tko će se "držati moje suknje", imala bih vlastitog sina/
Show me the back door /daj da se izvučem odavde/
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and
oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor
I don't want to be the sweeper of the egg shells that you walk
upon /jer tvoja sranja neću ja popravljati/
And I don't want to be your other half, I believe that 1 and 1
make 2 /jer ja sam cijela osoba, a ne samo polovica/
I don't want to be your food or the light from the fridge on
your face
At midnight, /jer ne želim da me imaš samo zbog svojeg nagona/
hey What are you hungry for ??? /razmisli čega si ustvari gladan/
I don't want to be the glue that holds your pieces together /jer moraš naučiti bez nečije pomoći živjeti život/
I don't want to be your idol
See this pedestal is high and I'm afraid of heights /jer što me više uzdigneš to ću niže pasti/
I don't want to be lived through
A vicarious occasion /jer ako sam s tobom, onda sam uvijek s tobom, a ne samo kada me trebaš/
Please open the window /jer je postalo pretijesno i treba nam zraka/
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and
oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor
I don't want to live on someday when my motto is last week /jer ne želim zbog tebe čekati drugu priliku kad sam cilj već mogla ostvariti/
I don't want to be responsible for your fractured heart
And it's wounded beat /jer nisam kriva što si dopustio da te povrijedim/
I don't want to be a substitute for the smoke you've been
inhaling /jer ne želim biti samo zamjena kada nema nečeg boljeg/
What do you thank me
What do you thank me for ??? /zar si stvarno mislio da ću sve to dopustiti/
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and
oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor
koristila sam - Alanis Morisette - Not the Doctor
ma poanta je ustvari - ne dajte se zajebavat (ispričavam se zbog neprikladnih riječi )
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May I never be complete.
May I never be content.
May I never be perfect.
Napiši mi pesmu, mazila se. Nisam znao da li ću umeti.
Reči jesu moje igračke, cakle mi se u glavi kao oni šareni
staklići kaleidoskopa i svaki put mi je druga slika u očima kad
zažmurim.
Ali, postoje u nama neke neprevodive dubine,
postoje u nama neke stvari neprevodive u reči, ne znam...
Napiši mi pesmu, molila je, i nisam znao da li ću umeti.
Voleo sam je tako lako, a tako sam teško to znao da pokažem.
I onda, odjednom, na rasporedu mladeža na njenim leđima,
kao tajnu mapu,
pokazala mi je u koje zvezde treba da se zagledam...
I tako, eto ti pesma, ludo jedna.
Đorđe Balašević
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