Heey, could someone translate this into serbian for me ? hvala puno !
Look through my eyes, see what I see
Everything around me breakes, but not me
That's not for me
Look through my eyes, see what I see
Everything around me breakes, but not me
That's not for me, no that's not for me
Look through my eyes
But don't shut them for me
Listen to what I'm saying, because I'm fighting with a thousands words and a thousands chords (akordi) that grab me in my soul and a part of my dies if I don't have the chance to turn my pain into words.
I don't have much hope on what is to come next.
Because my life falls apart, like a broken heart and I'm feeling helpless, powerless.
My voice is soft and fragile, but this all is my punishment.
I chose my own way, nobody feels my pain, nobody understands my anger.
I want to make big steps, but I have to little feet.
I have to little adducation, live in a to small dwelling (stan)
I want to stay sweet, but I'm not getting any honey (med)
Financially it's going against me, I'm stuck in the rain and this all forms the basis for the criminal life.
Because money that's stupid, makes right what's wrong. And smart what's dumb and rips my life up like it's from cardboard (od kartona)
But still I have to little options, I'm melting inside just like cheese on a tosti (grilled cheese sandwich)
My heart blacker than coffee, but it's not right, it won't stop.
I'm becoming paranoid and I can't think clearly anymore, I'm afraid I will shoot somebody through his head.
Look through my eyes, see what I see, before it's to late and my life becomes a juridical case.
That's not for me, yelling but nobody is listening.
It's like I'm stuck, locked in the darkness and a hundredthousand ropes that are pulling on me. From the collection agency, health secure, CWI to the judge.
I'm trying my best to think positive, but I can't let my guard down because I have to fight constantly.
I have to fight to get an payment (hranarina), while in the meanwhile a junkie shoots heroin from his payment.
If I could I would do my life all over again, because I'm getting blind to watch it with my hurtful eyes.
So look through my eyes !!
I see, I see, what you can't see
No this isn't a soap(opera), no movie or fiction
But real facts, no good but bad times, brother I'm a real warrior.
We survive without the compassion
Seeing so many friends around me dissapear, they're dieing, because they learned to early to reach for there dreams
And that's why it's hurting so much ! But I won't give up, I will fight in the (boxing) ring in every round, ask for forgiveness after every sin.
Lord forgive me.
Or am I being criminal, an out-of-control Yugoslavian (Jugoslovenka), the usual stereotype story. Do you know why I'm being seen as a warrior ? I'm always staying modest, this life is bigger than you and me. So look a little further and see me for who I am, a revolutionary armed with a pen...