I'll overdose
infront of Gymnasium in Krusevac,
or I'll jump
off of a bridge in Bujanovac,
or I'll kill myself
in one of the infinite possible ways,
but I will not fail AS Global Perspectives.
If I get a grade that's lower than C
don't expect to see me again.
Sani je radar za bele ptice,
pse lutalice
i proleće;
odmah se oglašava
kada je na pragu avantura.
Sani mi priča razne priče
o dalekim džunglama
i dubokim rekama;
kad je izvedem u šetnju
i sama uronim u njih.
Sani ima 300 nadimaka
i 250 izraza lica,
ali ni jedno nije za kišni dan.
Nemoj da maziš Sani
ako si sasvim sam.
I'm all grown up now.
I must be seventeen.
The people I once worshipped
are nowhere to be seen.
Back to basics; my family and me,
working during daytime
to pay for others' lies.
I'm all grown up now.
I thought my life was changing,
but the only changing one is me.
I still don't know what the future holds,
but neither do I want to;
when you're grown up,
survival is your only motto.
Survival and big dreams.
Being seventeen is overwhelming.
I fell in love, head over heels,
with a guy from my dreams.
He only made one mistake:
he had a terrible music taste.
One day, he was out of my sight.
He dissappeared while it was still bright.
I hope that he never comes back;
there are enough mumble rappers on the map.
I never fell for the plain formalities,
even though I’m only seventeen.
Lately, people have been pointing it out.
When you point out something about me,
you are showing your own weaknesses.
Go back to school
and learn to keep your cool.
When I grow up, I’ll be a composer;
a professional one, not a ‘poser’.
I won’t make mistakes when I write or speak,
regardless of what the language is.
I’ll travel the world in a land cruiser.
I’ll never complain about getting older.
I’ll find peace from within
and convey this wisdom to my children.
I opened my tenth instagram account
where my fake friends aren’t allowed.
My old crush quit the blunt
and wants to regain my trust.
We own a pitbull at the edge of death
although my granny can’t walk another pet.
For the millionth time, my sister is lost,
and stepfather set foot into Serbian court.
I listen to loud rock’n’roll
and cope with equations I don’t know to solve.
I keep wondering: since when
did my life become a teenage hell?
I read about adventures when I was a kid
and thought how they could never happen to me.
Yet, I’m on the edge of seventeen
and my paved road was never as steep.
I'm not here to live,
I'm not here to support;
I'm here to learn my lessons
and leave once and for all.
Eyes, why are you crying?
Voice, why are you laughing?
While I'm in Serbia, I'm not supposed to feel
anything.
I'll make no friends with initiative and love;
crime should bring us all close.
The older I get, the more I understand.
The older I get, the less I respect.
