20 years are behind me
gloomily forgotten and the ones with gray colors
then I look back sometime and I feel sorry for all those days
and broken heads and shoplifting, I feel sorry for the team and
of all our whims and fancies
the lipila generation and some old war movies
the first girls, drinking when the good days came, then hanging out
sprinkling bobis to buy a donut or slan
nothing smart at school except some new worries
but she would make up for everything and on the last day she tore up the books
balun and women were always the topics of our stories or we were out or
watching porn on someone
and the women who gave everything were showing off
what were they playing some game now they fuck wherever they go
at thirteen the first tobacco and the first bottle of wine
at the age of fourteen the first piz smoke< br/>in a fight against other schools you are not allowed to be on the side
if you stayed on the side it would really be bullshit
we were all faces of a special film style
blood up to the knees and chains and boxers from ventila
in a special place of bit-face-repertoire
it was either to steal dici balun, to charge it or to tear it apart
we knew everything, there was never going to be a mistake
a lot of reasons to fight and everything insults very hard
we knew the solution for all worries and problems
by force, without thinking and dilemma
then it was a dream, child, but now everything is clear to me
because every day and today everything is still the same
mother didn't say that life would be so difficult
that all you need to achieve is just mental balance
now it's too late, the dream has become just a character from your plays
with a thousand masks, another victim of Split's state of mind
life is rough, and a lot of them wake up late from their dreams
so they say they look to God, but still hunting is more important to me
when we were kids, we had other idols
in the head drafts and chemistry like escaping from school
where is the whole team now, everyone is on their own side
but most of them are still involved with the old men in the east some still don't want
to grow up and don't have a life plan
and live in the shadows of some faces from the screen
they didn't budge even an inch from the euphoric moment
when they drunkenly cursed life for a hajduk< br/>they are just one lazy head of public opinion
they don't even have solutions to their personal problems
very often the only way out is alcohol and drugs
while society covers its eyes and seems to run away from it
that drugs are a solution and an escape from deeper problems
drug addicts are a problem but they are not the main issue
the main issue is the structure of the entire drug system
that is how we reach the spheres of some new profiteers and the real problems
are deeper or, more vividly said, higher
and when you talk about it, the conversation becomes quieter
you mustn't even think about it, let alone speak
because the democratic darkness could swallow you up
ka , they ask people for their opinion and instructions
and these people are not even aware that they are putting the answers in
they only solve problems that bring quick results
because they have to have cover and justify their mandates
a our lungs are full of smoke and the heads of women and balloons
we will never escape from the split state of mind
and the split state of mind is that others solve problems
and we label those who offer solutions as jerks
a worshiped city where everyone is a face
and where the biggest faces will be martyrs in two days
everyone wears oakley boots everyone drinks beer and plays music
this is a worshiped city where everyone is a victim of someone's touch
he is ruled by temper and has little sense
he is completely drawn to a split state of mind