Marchelo "Pismo Bratu" lyrics

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Pismo Bratu

Dragi Miloše, znam da nećešni čitati ove redoveal' me često mući pitanjekad završim skitanjebudan dok čekam svitanje

Gde si ti, gde su teodneli vetroviovi stihovi, tebi pisanine silaze mi s pameti

Pa, Slave ti, kako si mievo, reko' da ti bacim koje slovopod našim nebeskimkrovom baš ništa novo

Kao što znaštražili smo promenedobili zamenepa sad bauljamokotrljamo se i prljamo u blatu

Baš kao i juče, stvarnost te tučepa samo gledaš bulju da izvučešja zapalio na faxparacin mi postao previše skučen

A BG k'o BG, nekad suzanekad me osmeh ozarirokam svojepa ponekog vikendapalim dole do starih

Dobro su matori, šta znamisto, svaki dan, isti sankažu, život je šljakaal nek sve od sebe dam

Ćaletov pogled se gubipali cigaru, gladi bradukuća nam još nema fasadual' kaže, ne gubi nadu

Pita kako je meni tamou velikom gradu, e, tata, tataživim sa cimerkom u stanuod 26 kvadrata

I rokam solo kroz život od blatastvarnošću ne baratamne shvatam, al' se ipaksmešim iz inata

A onda se setim da tamonegde imam bratapreko granice ispisujenove životne stranice

A na ruci višenema brojaniceotuđio se od porodicea kako ne bi i od rodbine

Nisam ga videoni čuo ima 3-4 godinereci, Milošegranice nisu ništa drugodo linija u atlasual' jesu stvarne onda kad iduod srca ka srcu

Ti sada pružaš rukenekom novom nebunekom novom suncutvoj mali brat je postao MCradi album, ide ka vrhuncu

I često sanja te, nazad u danepre i naše stare uliceti i ja, blejanje i smejanjekad leti dođeš iz Nemačke

Doneseš mi igračke i čokoladepa sa Tomasketom pališ do grada

ja se hvalim ispred zgradedon'o mi brat

I sat kuca i vreme letial' i dalje boli kad se setimi dalje boli kad skontamda više nikada nećeš hteti

Da zajedno pikamo "Robokapa"na glupavom Comodore-u 64cida mi puštaš Paca po celu nocdok ne popizde matorci

Ej, sećaš se kako sam sekao mali bojao olujekad čujem one stare topoleda huje, strahujemti kažeš, burazer tu je, ne brinia meni se čini, na nas srušiće se

Nisam kontao da sudbina znai drugačije da nam sruši sveda sruši sne, jer ljudi odlazečesto bez pozdravačesto bez obrazastide se svog odraza u ogledalu

Al' ja sam tvoj i ti si moji dalje nemam šta da dodamčoveče, krv nije vodabudi joj odan

RefrenBar nekad seti sebar nekad seti seonih dana od prevreme protićei vreme protićeal' sećanje ostaje

Dragi Miloše, loše jeznam da za tebe odavno prošlo jea prošlost je ta što grize meiza zavese, kad sklonim oblake

Burazer od tetke, a voleo samte k'o da smo rođenijedva čekao leto da dođeš mida i ja imam starijeg brata

Dobro se sećam tog danakad sam te zadnji put sreoleto 99, nebo prepuno pticaprepuna glavna ulicai ti koji guraš kolicau kolicima mezimca

Mala Mina, lepa je kao anđeojebote, moj se burazersa ženom spanđaodecu izrađao

Mic po mic, kontampost'o sam stricpogledi nam se srećuniko ni reči, stojimo i ćutimo

Toliko bih ti mnogo kazaoal' samo gledamtako bih ti se bacio u zagrljajal' mi neka beda u srcu ne da

A taj tvoj hladan pogled mei dan danas sećečoveče, par reči reče pa odeja se to veće spucaok'o stoka, solo, kući

Pitao se po sto putakako to ljudiodjednom postaju tuđii vrteo kroz glavu sve svojesnove od malena

Kako sam sanjaoda jednog dana moždazajedno odemona koncert Cypressa

Sanjao da jednoga danamožda zauvek budeš tugde sam sanjaoa onda se probudioi skontao da sam blesav

Kraj je priče i svakosledi svoju smernicuP.S. poljubi ćerkicu

Marčelo

Dear Milos, i know you won‘teven read those linesbut often the question bugs mewhen I finish roaming aroundawake while waiting for the sun-rise

Where are you, where did...the winds take you awaythese verses, written for youdon‘t go out of my mind

kudos to you, how are you ?i just said to myself that i will write you a couple of wordsbeneath our firmamentthere is just nothing new

As you knowwe strived for changesgot exchangesand now we are wandering aroundwe are rolling and dirtying ourselves in the mud

Just as yesterday, the reality is beating youso you just try to save your headi dashed to universityParacin got to small for me (town in serbia)

And Belgrade like Belgrade, sometimes a tearsometimes a smile is brightening my facei do my thingand on some weekendsi dash down to my ‚old-guys‘(parents)

The seniors are doing well, from what i knowthe same, every day, the same dreamthey say, life is hard workbut just give everything you have

Father‘s gaze is losing it‘s focushe lightens the cigarette, pets his beardour house doesn‘t have a facade yetbut he says, he doesn‘t lose hope

He asks how I‘m doing therein the big city, oh, daddy, daddyI live with a room-mate(female) in a flatof 26 square-meters

And am roaming alone through a life of mudI don‘t handle the realityI don‘t understand it, but stillI smile out of defiance

And then i rememberi have a brother somewhereover the border, he livesa new life (lit. writes new pages pages of his life)

And on the handthere is no rosary anymorehe alienated from his close familyand how wouldn‘t he from his wider relatives

I didn‘t see himnor hear from him, for about 3-4 yearsay, Milosborders are nothing elsebut lines in an atlasbut they are realityif they go from heart to heart

You now reach out with your handsto some new skyto some new sunyour little brother became a MChe works on an album, goes towards the top

And often dreams about you, back in the daysand our old streetyou and me, blabbering and laughingwhen in summer you come from Germany

Bring me toys and chocolateand with a Tomasket (no idea what that is) you dash to the city

I boast in-front of the buildingi got this from my brother

And now the clock ticks and the time is flying bybut it still hurts when I rememberit still hurts when I figure it outthat you won‘t ever again want to

That we play together „Robocop“on the stupid Commodore-64that you play 2Pac all night to meuntil the seniors get pissed off

Hey, do you remember how Ias a small kid was scared of the stormwhen i hear those old poplarsthat sough, i‘m scaredyou say, brother is here, don‘t worryand it seems to me, it will knock us down

I didn‘t figure out that destiny knowshow to knock us down in different waysthat it knocks down dreams, because people leaveoften withouth saying goodbyeoften barefacedthey are ashamed of their reflection in the mirror

But I‘m yours and your mineand I have nothing else to saydude, blood isn‘t waterbe loyal to it

RefrenAt least remember sometimesat least remember sometimesthe days back thentime goes bytime goes bybut the memory lasts

Dear Milos, it‘s badI know that it‘s too late already a long timeand the past is what is bugging mebehind the curtain, when i get rid of the clouds

Brother of my aunt, and I lovedyou like we were born onesscarcely waited for the summer that you would come to me,that I would have an older brother aswell

I remember that day wellwhen I met you the last timethe summer of 99, full of birdsthe fully crowded main streetand you, pushing the buggyin the buggy your favorite

Little Mina, pretty like an angeldamn, my brothergot stuck with a womenmade kids

Little by little, i figure it outI became an uncleour eyes meetnobody says even a word, we stand and are mute

I would tell you so much,but I just watchI would throw myself into your armsbut some bad feeling in my heart won‘t let me

And your cold gazeis tearing me up even todaydude, says just a couple of words and leavesI got wasted that eveninglike an animal, alone, went home

I asked myself hundreds of timeshow peoplesuddenly become alienatedand I reminisced in my head about all mydreams from when I was little

How I dreamedthat one day maybewe go togetherto a concert of Cypress

I dreamed that one dayyou maybe gonna stay here foreverwhen I dreamedand then woke upand figured out that I was stupid.

That‘s the end of the story and everybodyis following his own directionP.S. kiss your daughter

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