Dim Po Dim Lyrics – Who See
Singer: Who See
Title: Dim Po Dim
Yo, ja sam Deda, nisam vidovit, nit vračam
Samo gledam svojim očima
Svojim okom posmatrača
Vidim sve od misli do djela
Od istine do trača
Vidim svih šest i po milijardi igrača
Oni igraju igru bez smisla
Oni igraju igru bez cilja
U kojoj draž traje kratko
Kao porcija s roštilja
Koja kad je pojedeš, košta mnogo skupo
Opšti zaključak je da je
Tu igru igrat vrlo glupo
Ko vidi vidi, ko ne vidi
Blago njemu, uživa u svemu
Ja iskuliram samo kad sam na nečemu
Kad se prži, kad se alkohol toči
Ja zatvorim oči, noć i dan pušim, ločim
Neku glupu rimu sročim
Ne ośećam ništa kao Tamagochi
Blejim tako od jutra do mraka
Od mraka do jutra i tako opet śutra
Od nemila do nedraga
Iz krajnosti u krajnost tako prolazi mi vrijeme
To sam ja i realnost
Alkohol i ganja, ja koristim sva ta sranja
Kad sam svjestan da je šansa
Za lijepo živjet sve manja
I boli me kurac za sve što vidim i čujem
Namrtvo mi je dobro
I ja sam svjestan da se trujem
Ti se rokaš u venu, jer dobar ti je trip
Ja samo pijem i pržim, pa nisam tvoj tip
Tra’iš marku, dvije, treba ti za dop
Evo ti kurac za to, jesam deda ali nisam mraz
Debile kao ti eliminišem za čas
Kao tabletama hemiju, kao alkoholičar rakiju
Kao zemljotres Indiju, kao copkiller muriju
Sada govori Noyz ili špijun galijun
Depresija kurca palca, kurac mi je pun
Kontuzija mozga u glavi neki brm
Rizlu imam, ali u šumu gajim grm
Banja mom mozgu, banja mojim plućima
U njima ima vazduha, ali više ima dima
Sa crvenim očima i suvim ustima
Prolazim pored murije, pa me frka obuzima
Jedan od njih me tada zove pa mi podatke uzima
A ja plastičnu kašičicu grizem zubima
Molim Boga samo da me sada ne pretresu
Jer u džepu imam dva eksa i gandže punu kesu
I trudim se da iskuliram
Ali mi ne ide baš najbolje
Ispušio sam ga, a i za to mi treba volje
Živim k’o invalid, starci me izdržavaju
To im je prst u oko
Zbog svega što doživljavaju
A trudili su se, u životu sve su mi stvarali
Da od mene nešto stvore
Na svim poljima izgarali
Ko me ne zna preskupo bi platio
Isplaćivo’ u dnevne rate
A kasnije doplatio
Ružan život živim, a da sam dobar latio
A ne ovako, sinoć se od alkohola smlatio
Sad sam shvatio da sam promašaj
Da odma’ na početak je za mene bio kraj
Ništa raj, nego pakao, kakva divota
To je moj stil za život, a i poslije života
Jer ova zemaljska kugla je velika količina rugla
To je pičkin dim
Primjetljivo je iz bilo kog ugla
Ovo đe mi zivimo se zove šupak svijeta
U okvirima geta, al’ bez bombi i raketa
I šta sad bi trebalo da se zavičaju divim
A ja živim samo za to što sam rođen da živim
Pitaju me kojim putem dalje mislim
Odgovaram odgovor je vazda istim
Pitaju me kojim putem dalje mislim
Odgovaram odgovor je vazda istim
Pitaju me kojim putem dalje mislim
Odgovaram odgovor je vazda istim
Pitaju me kojim putem dalje mislim
Odgovaram odgovor je vazda istim
Po putu teturam se, padam, dižem se
Neko misli da je gluma, neko da sam siš’o s uma
Treba korake povezat, prst pred oko ne vidim
Oko mene narod pita se kako se ne stidim
Na kraju pred’o sam se, jer se dočepah klupe
Dani su mi glupi sad i noći su mi glupe
Kad sam ovakav samo mislim na jame i rupe
Bolestan trip, zabolje me dupe
Smorim se kad pomislim da padam u provaliju
Oko mene neke face piju samo mi se smiju
Veća mi je frka nego onima sto gandžu siju
Pa nalete na muriju
Pijem, varim, klošarim
Na originalan način starim
U trip se uvalim, pa sve lakše zanemarim
Ali opet mi je frka kad vidim bradonju i brka
K’o na kurac im idem
Neko od njih ce da me sv’rka
Oko mene lica mrka, pa se bojim, sav se znojim
Bježim putem bilo kojim
Jer mi je frka da stojim
Brojim korake svi problemi su nestali
Ali uvatili su me u neka kola me strpali
Pa se oni natrpali, s nekim smo se trkali
Zasp’o sam ne śećam se ko je bio prvi
Probudih se u krevet, a ruka mi u krvi
Igla u venu, kakav trip, da li je ovo iluzija
Bradonja mi kaže, dečko, smiri se infuzija
Pitaju me kojim putem dalje mislim
Odgovaram odgovor je vazda istim
Pitaju me kojim putem dalje mislim
Odgovaram odgovor je vazda istim
Pitaju me kojim putem dalje mislim
Odgovaram odgovor je vazda istim
Pitaju me kojim putem dalje mislim
Odgovaram odgovor je vazda istim
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Dim Po Dim – English Translation
Yo, I’m Santa, not a psychic, nor returning
Just watch his eyes
Its eye of the beholder
I see all of the mind to work
From truth to gossip
I can see all six and a half billion toy
They play a game without meaning
They play a game without a goal
In what charm is short
As portions of grilled
That when you eat, it costs a lot of expensive
The general conclusion is that the
The game play is very stupid
When you see see, when you do not see
Good for him, enjoys all
I just chill out when I’m on to something
When it burns, when alcohol is poured
I close my eyes, night and day smoke, divorce
Some stupid rhyme phrase it
I do not feel anything like Tamagochi
Blejim so from morning to night
From dusk to dawn, and so again tomorrow
From Pillar to Post
From one extreme to another so we pass the time
It’s me and reality
Alcohol and ganja, I use all that sh#t
When I realized that the chance
For all nice live less
And I do not give a f#ck about what I see and hear
To death is just fine
I am aware that the poison
These Rokas into a vein, because good is your trip
I only drink and fry, so I’m not your type
Tra’iš brand, two, you need to dop
Here’s a damn about it, I am grandfather but never cold
Debut as you eliminate the time
As tablets chemistry, as well as alcoholic spirits
As earthquake India, as copkiller cops
Now that’s Noyz or spy galleon
Depression dick thumb, c#ck my full
Contusion in the head a br
Rizla have, but in the forest gajim bush
Banja my brain, my lungs spa
They have air, but more there is smoke
With red eyes and dry mouth
I walk by cops, but I snort overtakes
One of them called me then, but we take data
And I’m a plastic spoon bite teeth
I pray God that I should go now no trial
Because we have two exa and ganja full bag
I’m trying to chill
But we are not going too well
Smoked it, and for this we need the will
I live like an invalid, old men serving me
It’s their finger in the eye
Because of all that experience
And they tried to, in life all we have created
To create something from me
In all fields burned
When I do not know too expensive to pay
Isplaćivo ‘in the daily rate
A later doplatio
Ugly life I live, and I’m good tackled
But not like this last night of alcohol smlatio
And now I realize that I miss
That right at the beginning for me was the end
Nothing paradise, but hell, what splendor
This is my style of life, and the afterlife
Because the globe is a great amount of shame
It’s pickin dim
Observation from any angle
This đe we live is called the #ssh#l# of the world
Within the ghetto, but no bombs and missiles
Now what should the homeland admire
And I live only for the fact that I was born to live
They ask me which way still think
Answer answer is always the same
They ask me which way still think
Answer answer is always the same
They ask me which way still think
Answer answer is always the same
They ask me which way still think
Answer answer is always the same
By the way, the reeling, falling, getting up
Someone thinks he is acting, one that I siš’o mind
It should connect steps, finger before about not seeing
Around me, people ask how I am not ashamed
Finally pred’o myself, because my hands on the bench
Days are we stupid now and the nights are we stupid
I think this only in caves and holes
Ill trip, zabolje me #ss
SMoR is when I think I’m falling into the abyss
Around me some face drink just laugh at me
Larger me snorting than what ganja sow
So they run into the cops
Drink, digest, Klošar
An original way old
The trip to the bay, that all easier neglect
But again I snort when I see the beard and mustache
Like to f#ck them go
Some of them will make me sv’rka
Around me, face grim, but I’m afraid all the sweat
I’m running through any
Because I was afraid that I stand
Counting steps all the problems are gone
But she caught me in a car take me in
So they piled, with some we have rapped
Zasp’o I do not remember who was the first
Woke up in bed, and my hand in the blood
A needle in a vein, what kind of trip, whether this is an illusion
Bearded man tells me, boy, relax infusion
They ask me which way still think
Answer answer is always the same
They ask me which way still think
Answer answer is always the same
They ask me which way still think
Answer answer is always the same
They ask me which way still think
Answer answer is always the same
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Lyrics Who See – Dim Po Dim
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