Slike (feat. Jala)
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bas u parku uz hartiju
pio Visko vino, dok sam
gandzu stavlj'o u papir
U kasne sate se vracam
a mama ceka na vratima
polupijan u sranjima
blato skidam sa patika
Nisam mog'o da shvatim
da san lako predje u javu
ako nogom hrabro gazis
i na belaj dignes guard
Hod'o u sutonu tiho
sanj'o njenu kosu plavu
k'o da je sve sto sam htio
ali nisam im'o
Ta njena slika u glavi
nisam lice joj vidio
oslovljavala me "dragi"
i rukom me svojom grijala
Tjer'o inat u stvarim
al' sam ipak kasno vidio
ostavljala me bez daha
svaki put kad se smijala
Jeste bio sam bitanga
vrijeme vratio sad bih
da mama opet bude ziva
da me ljubi na svadbi
Dani tako su hladni
al' opet grije me misao
da ces cuti svaku pjesmu
koju sam ti napisao
Ref. 2x
Nekad stvari ne idu po planu
sjedim sam u sobi
gledam slike stare
Krv, suze i znoj
k'o da nisam svoj
od kad si otisla odavde
Svijet mi se srusio u danu
a ja sam stajao sa strane
kad te uzeo Bog, ja
ja bih da okrenem broj
samo iz raja da se jave
Kako te trebam sada
vise nego ikada
ako je jedna zivot
zasto svi dani bole
Jer k'o da nemam
ni brata, ni kuce ni praga
u nebo gledam
zasto odlaze svi sto me vole
Ne mogu trijezan
ali vise ne mogu plakat'
previse bjesan na druge
ma neka se gone
Jer dao sve sam
nista nisam trazio nazad
reci mi gdje su
sada kada ladja mi tone
Mora za snove sam dao
moje more je burno
moja sidra su teska
moje nebo je tmurno
Moja knjiga je vjera
moj Bog je uzor
ne moze stati u njedra
k'o da sam na pola sam umro
Napola umro, k'o da sam
napola umro, k'o da sam napola umro
Ref. 2x
Slike (feat. Jala)
Before the hook settles in, “Sanj'o sam najljepsu zenu” establishes the song’s particular point of view. It is worth noticing how the lyric controls scale: an intimate worry, a public event or a small domestic scene becomes large enough to carry the refrain. The recurring line then returns with a changed emphasis. That movement gives the writing its shape and helps explain why its central image is more memorable than a simple summary of the plot.
Rap’s compressed rhyme and assertive persona make the verses feel like speech sharpened for an audience. The voice can boast, confess and contradict itself in quick succession; that is a dramatic device, not necessarily a factual autobiography. Here the most revealing question is what the performance is defending or exposing. The refrain gives the song a communal handle, while the verse preserves its sharper individual perspective. There is no need to treat every first-person line as autobiography. The lyric constructs a speaker through what they repeat, what they exaggerate and which details they choose to disclose. That distinction is especially useful here: performance and feeling can coexist without being identical. The song’s unresolved edges are not a flaw to explain away; they are part of its expressive design.
I could not confirm a release notice, independent review or chart placement that clearly referred to this exact recording. Similar titles are not enough to claim a match, and the absence of indexed material is not evidence of failure or obscurity. The responsible account is therefore close to the lyric itself, with the wider public response described as undocumented in the sources checked.

