Vladina neorganizacija

2008-06-25

THE POLICE, Beograd, 24/06/08

www.thepolice.com

Set List:

2002-05-20

For a long time I don't know
How to do just one right thing
My heart and brain don't get along
Too much words can make me wrong

All the glances that we stole
Hidden messages I've sent
Seems that never reached to you
Or you keep them deep inside

I expected just one sign
Every smile was so unreal
But you like to play with me

Very last thing that I see
Just before I fall asleep
And the first thing when I wake
That is You I want you near

All the pieces come at place
And I feel so satisfied
All these possibilities
Make me go on make me alive

And I no more hesitate
There's no time to fool around
In my arms I hold you still
We deserve to share this spring.

Već neko vreme ne umem
da uradim pravu stvar
srce mozak ne sluša
nespretan sam s rečima

Ukradeni pogledi
i skrivene poruke
nisu stigli do tebe
il’ ih čuvaš u sebi

Čekao sam neki znak
svaki osmeh tako drag
ti se igraš sa mnom znam

Poslednje što primetim
kada želim zaspati
prvo kad se probudim
pored mene to si ti

Kockice se sklapaju
ponovo sam ispunjen
toliko mogućnosti
samo napred vode me

I više ne oklevam
nema mnogo vremena
čuvam te u nedrima
proleće je pred nama.

2000-11-14

Guts (Utroba)

I am anxious all the time
With these itches under skin
And the dust that's on my chin
I don't feel like I'm alive.

All these years have passed me by
Too much words I fought inside
Can you guess what's on my mind
I got nothing to confide.

With the fake grin on my face
All "Good days" I trade for swears
Cynic till the day I die
I will never cure my pride.

Leisure makes me feel depleted
In my dreams I grind my teeth
Every sunrise that I meet
I am wilting like a tree.

I’m an expert for excuse
I just hate to be accused
I just want to rip apart
All my guts with beasts inside.

Nervozan sam danima,
osećam u kostima,
na temenu prašina,
ništa me ne zanima.

Svih proteklih godina
svađam se sa rečima,
da li se već oseća
da me svaka pogađa?

Smejem se bez razloga,
psujem mesto pozdrava,
ciničan bez granica,
imam rak karaktera.

Umoran od nerada,
u snu škripim zubima,
svako jutro iznova
Pirova je pobeda.

Izgovora gomila,
sujeta me nervira,
želim da se pocepa
utroba sa zverima.