Disem

Laboratorija zvuka · Other Songs - Laboratorija zvuka

Saputnik van sfere
setan protok vere
mekusac pun cutnje
dar uslovne slutnje

Slast, sklad
strast, glad
napet, sav
razjeden

Ipak

Ref. 2x
Disem, imam dah
njisem, nisam prah

Postelja bez krila
rvanje bez stila
neposredno besom
u debelo meso

Ref. 2x

Disem

The lyric is built from fragments rather than a conventional narrative: phrases about silence, tension, appetite and struggle collect around the repeated assertion “I breathe, I have breath.” That refrain is almost stubbornly simple next to the dense, unusual imagery around it. Breathing becomes the one undeniable fact of existence amid abstraction, bodily conflict and thoughts that seem to arrive from outside the ordinary world.

This mode of writing invites attention to sound and texture as much as plot. The internal contrasts—sweetness and hunger, tension and fragmentation—work like compressed sensory flashes, while the repetition of the refrain provides a point of orientation. The result is not a lyric that explains itself on first hearing; its meaning accumulates through rhythm, consonance and the bodily insistence of breath.

One useful contextual detail is its place in the catalogue: It appears on *Nevinost*, an album dated 2012-08-21, issued by Croatia Records. This placement is firmer context than a speculative claim about the chart history of the song. I could not verify a dependable chart position or an independent review of this specific recording, so its wider reception remains unquantified rather than something to infer from its lyrics.

Laboratorija Zvuka emerged from the Yugoslav new-wave era and became associated with an experimental, art-pop sensibility that resisted straightforward genre boundaries. That background makes the song’s fragmentary language legible as part of a broader interest in sound, image and performance, though the record alone does not confirm specific influences. No independent review of this track was found. Its tiny thesis—breathing means not yet being dust—turns an abstract lyric into a bodily assertion of presence.