Moj um, ili zvezde? / My Mind, or the Stars?

Moj um, ili zvezde

Moj um, ili zvezde?
Sunce, ili rešetke na prozoru?

Zvezde, ili samo moj um?
Kako god da idem, ja samo zaostajem.

Pogledaj u nebo, pogledaj u nebo,
nanišani sunce da ga oboriš,
promašićeš ga.

Čini se da trči s tobom, gde god ideš,
prateći tvoj ritam, kao da mu je rečeno.
...Ne!

Ne želiš da vidiš
i ne možeš da vidiš,
zaslepilo te je svetlo
i ne umeš da misliš,
džinovski toksični reaktor,
upravlja tvojom dušom,
gama, gama, gama,
neprirodna kontrola.

Pokušavaš da se uskladiš,
pa se onda stopoštaš,
kao, vidiš svetlo,
nemaš ništa da to dokažeš,
Pbasjalo je baš tebe?
Izvini, to su samo snovi.
Sve priče su istinite?
Ne, ne veruj u to.

Osećaš se kao da su te ponizili,
jer ne možeš da pratiš.
Osećaš se kao da su te izdali,
jer ne možeš da shvatiš.
Znaš šta? STANI.

Moj um, ili zvezde?
Sunce, ili rešetke na prozoru?

Zvezde, ili samo moj um?
Kako god da idem, ja samo zaostajem.

No, postoji još jedna priča, još jedna priča,
za koju si slep i gluv, godinama.
Spreman da je pročitaš?
Znaš, sunce...
možda nikad nije ni bilo tamo.

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My Mind, or the Stars

My mind, or the stars?
Sun in the window, or window bars?

The stars, or just my mind?
Howewer I walk, I'm walking behind.

Look at the sky, look at the sky,
Aim at the sun to shoot it down,
You'll miss it.

It appears to be running with you, wherever you go,
Following your rhythm, as if you told it so.
...No!

It's running on its own, where it wants,
Behing the night, it sweats and pants.
...see?

You don't want to see,
And you cannot see,
Blinded by the light,
And what you think should be,
A giant toxic reactor,
Ruling your soul,
Gamma, gamma, gamma,
Unnatural control.

Trying to synchronise
But failing to do it,
Say you see the light,
Have nothing to prove it.
Had it shine on you?
Sorry, but you dreamed it.
All the stories are true?
No, don't believe it.

Feeling belittled,
As you can't keep up.
Feeling betrayed,
As you can make it up.
Know what? STOP.

My mind, or the stars?
Sun in the window, or window bars?

The stars, or just my mind?
Howewer I walk, I'm walking behind.

But there's another story, there's another story,
You were blind and deaf to, for years,
Ready to read it?
You know, the sun...
Perhaps it was never in that place at all.

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