Frenkie "Izgubljeni snovi" lyrics

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Izgubljeni snovi

Ref.Idi sad druže mojljubavi pozdrav miodnesi mojoj tiPutu mom tu je kraj,umoran ovdje ja cu stati,želim mir.

Na kraju svake priče ti ostanu lijepi snovi,mastovite price o lovi, sjećanja na lijepe dane.

Ja rušim zidove iz glave, gledam život sa strane,posmatram stare jarane koji pucaju kao grane.

Ponekad je strah meslušat' te priče, šta me se tiče,a treb'o sam poslušat'barem jedno biće,najboljeg jarana koji upomoćviče, viče, viče, viče, viče...

Prestani pričat'o tim furkama na drogi,super je tebi na bobi,al' to je samo stepenica niže,dan dolazi bliže.

Kad će ti ona dojaditii prestat' da te diže,i vec vidim hitna kako stiže,a tebi u ruci igla je zabodena.

Stara ti je dozivjela slomi u bolnicu odvedenaa tvoj stari se na sahranina mene dere što te nisam pazio.Ja sam tek to shvatiokad sam sliku u džep staviosad ti gledam sliku...

I sjećam se kad smo pili,prvi put travu pušilii govorili: "Jebo hemiju!"Treb'o si mi biti kum,dvije glave, jedan um.

Prije sam mog'o puno više uticat' na tebe,a sad listam proslo vrijemegledam gdje smo pali.Ali nema, buraz, jedno poglavljeu toj priči fali.Prije smo se talili za albume nove,onda si se talio za bobe.

I rok'o tramale kod rođe,i non stop si zvao menena rave party da dođem.Kako pomoć' drugomako tim putem pođem?

Nikad se nisam fur'o na ulogu vođe,al' kod tebe sam fakatjedno vrijeme možda čak i treb'o.Primijetio sam jer si me drugačije gled'o.

Nisi k'o prije se zez'o,al' mi nisi nikad nista rek'o.Možda si me takoustvari upomoć zvao,al' ja to nisam znao.

Samo da si mi jedan znak daoi onu jaknu kad si prod'oja sam kasnije skont'o zašto.Im'o si dug kod dilera,on ti nije prašt'o.

One priče o skidanju sad znam da si mašt'o.Prije sam ti vjerov'o, a kasnije si me samo lag'o.

Jedan bez drugog prije nije nigdje mako,kasnije si fur'o s kim si stig'oi gdje god si lovu dig'o.

Sve si s nekim lafo jaranimana gudro spičk'o.Govorio si kako su ti oni pravi jarani,al' svako je vidioda je to interes ustvari.

"De mi, Frenkie, cenera pozajmi,sutra navrati,i jebo mater ako ti ja to svesutra odmah ne vratim,najkasnije tad."

Sve sam treb'o znat',al' nisam mog'o vjerovat'.Sad se osjećam krivim,ne mogu da se pomirimi taj gubitak da primim.

Da sam te bar kod tvojih roditelja izd'okad si onog taksistu zbog onih par maraka izb'o.

I onaj nakit kad si onog dana od stare ukr'o,skont'o sam da si preduboko u to sranje up'o.

Sitnice bude u meni one lude slike stare,zajednicke gide i upute tvoje kak' se cure bare.

I tvoj mlađi brat na tebe sad pravo liči.Nekad kad ga vidim zovem ga imenom tvojim.

Al' za njega se ne bojimon neće tvojim putem ići,svaki dan na trening piči.S tim će još daleko stići.

Biće pravi jebačk'o što smo uvijek govorili.Mi smo se za trebe borili,a njemu dolaze sad same,i to ne one glupače k'o nama,nego prave dame.

I uvijek kad ga vidim, jako k'o tebe ga grlim.Stara ti od onog dana nije baš više ista.

I dalje ti je soba čista, nikom ne da da dira išta.Uvijek pita jel' neka tvoja stara majica kod mene.Jer treba da bude sve čisto i spremno za tebe.Uvijek se ježim kad s njom u istoj sobi sjedim.

A brat svaki dan čvrsto grli i ljubi nju,a ona priča s tobom k'o da si za stolom tu.

I uvijek kaže: "Frenkie, vrati majicunemoj da bi zaboravio."Stari ti se popravio,i on je dosta propatio.

Al' ozdravio je,na kraju svega fino se oporavio.Često nazove, pita trebal' mi love,zeza za široke tole,glumi neke reperske fore.

Znaš, bolan, kako nas je uvijek zez'o prije,samo sad što mu osmijeh na licu isti nije.

Nedostaješ mi, brate,neki ne mogu da shvatekako tuga tol'ko trajei zašto ne živim više dalje.

Jarane, ne mogu!K'o da si mi iščup'o nogu.S tobom umro je i dio mene,a onaj drugi vene.

Sto nastupa sam tebi posvetioi nadam se da sam se barem malopromijenio i opametio.Nisam znao da mi drogamoze druga otet'.

Znam, sad ne mogu vratit' vrijeme i ispočetka počet',al' naveče kad legnem da spavam, vidim te opet i opet.

I na kraju svake priče ti ostanu lijepi snovi,maštovite price o lovi, sjećanja na lijepe dane.

Ja rušim zidove iz glave, gledam život sa strane,posmatram stare jarane koji pucaju kao grane.Ponekad strah me...

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Lost dreams

Chorus:Go now, my friend,and please say hito my loved one.It's the end of my trip.I'm tired and I'll stop here'cause I want peace.

At the end of every story you have beautiful dreams,imaginative stories 'bout money, good memories.

I break the walls in my head, look the life from the side,watch the old friends who get broken like twigs.

Sometimes I'm afraid oflistening to those stories, they ain't my business,but I was supposed to listenat least one being,my best friend who was screaming:"Help! Help! Help! Help! Help!"

Stop talkingabout these trips when you're high.Yes, pills make you feel great,but that's just another step below,'cause the day is approaching...

When is it going to become unbearableand stop making you feel awesome?I can already see the ambulance comingand you have the needle in your hand.

Your momma had a nervous breakdownand she was taken to hospital.And on your funeral your dad yelled at me'cause I wasn't watching you.I realized thatwhen I put your photo in my pocket.Now I'm looking at it...

And I remember when we used to drinkand smoke pot for the first timeand say: "Fuck the Chemistry!"You were supposed to be my best man,we were two heads and one mind.

Before, I had bigger influence on you,and now I'm passing through the past times,looking where we fell.But this chapteris missing in our story.Before, we were in love with new albums,and then you fell in love with the pills.

And you used to take Tramadols at your cousin'sand you were calling me non stopto join you at the rave party.How can I help another guyif I take this trip too?

I have never really liked to play the leader,but maybe I had to do itin your case.I noticed that you looked at me different.

You didn't joke like before any more,but you never told me anything.Maybe you werecalling me for help that way,but I didn't know that.

If only you could give me one sign!And later I realizedwhy did you sell that jacket.You owed your dealerand he never forgave you.

Now I know that you just made up all these stories about taking off.I used to trust you before, but later you just lied to me.

We used to be inseparable,later you rolled with everyonewhenever you had some cash.

You and your fake friendsspent all the money on drugs.You said they were real friends,but everyone could seeit's just their interest.

"C'mon, Frenkie, borrow me some cash,come to see me later,and I swear,I'll return you everythingtomorrow at the latest."

I had to know it,but I couldn't believe it.Now I feel guilty,I can't make up with myselfand live with that loss.

If I only told your parentsthat you stabbed that taxi driver over some small change.

And when you stole your momma's jewellery,I realized you're way too deep in this shit.

I remember all the crazy stuff,how we rolled together and your advices about chicks.

And your younger brother looks just like you.Sometimes when I see him, I call him your name.

But I'm not afraid for him,he won't follow your way.Every day he runs to the training,He could get far with that.

He'll be a real womanizerhow we always used to say.We had to fight for the girls,and they approach to him by themselves.And they're not bitches like ours,they are true ladies.

And whenever I see him, I hug him like I did with you.Your momma ain't the same any more.

Your room is still clean, she doesn't let anyone touch anything.And she always ask if I kept one of your old T-shirts.Because everything has to be clean and ready for you.I always creep when I sit in a room with her.

And your brother hugs her every day,and she talks to you like you are there with her.

And she always says: "Frenkie, return the T-shirt,don't forget about it!"Your dad feels better,but he suffered a lot, too.

But he is healthy now,he recovered a lot,He often calls, asks if I need money,Teases me about my baggy pants,acts like he's a rapper

You know, man, how he always used to joke with us,but the smile on his face ain't the same anymore.

I miss you, brother,some people can't getwhy the pain lasts so muchand why I don't live anymore.

I can't, man!It's like you ripped off my leg.A part of me died with you,and another one is dying too.

I've dedicated hundreds of concerts to youand I hope that I have changed and become smarterat least for a little bit.I never knew that drugscould steal my friend.

I know, I can't return time now and start from the beginning,but whenever I lie down to sleep, I always see you.

At the end of every story you have beautiful dreams,imaginative stories 'bout money, good memories.

I break the walls in my head, look the life from the side,watch the old friends who get broken like twigs.Sometimes I'm afraid...

Chorus 2x

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