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Lexington · Other Songs - Lexington

Sam u cet'ri zida
blokirani prilazi
iz dana proseta mi tjelo
dusa mi ne izlazi

Cekam tebe da se javis
uloge da podjelis
u ovoj seriji o nama
igram koga pozelis

Jedan dan ti treba heroj
sutra vise ne, zreo covjek
sto u trenu dijete postane
drugi ljubavnik sto umije
njezno da ti cuva sne

Sve mogu, ali jedno ne

Ref.
Ti bi malo da se sjetis
meni da se javis
da ti budem sprava ta
koju pokrenes na dugme
da ti bude blizu
uvijek kad ti zatrebam

Ti bi malo da se sjetis
meni da se javis
da ti budem sprava ta
koju pokrenes na dugme
kad ti fali ljubav
sve od sebe da ti dam
ali jedno znam
ja nikad necu biti taj

Ref. 2x

Sprava

The narrator is confined to four walls, but the emotional arrangement is even tighter: the absent partner assigns him roles in a relationship that plays like a television series. One day he must be a hero, the next a mature man, then a lover who can protect her dreams. He can perform almost anything, he says, except become the person she wants on demand. The “machine” of the title suggests that this versatility has begun to feel less like devotion than programming.

The lyric’s strongest image is the blocked approach: his body can leave the house, but his soul does not. That line makes physical isolation a metaphor for emotional captivity. The speaker is not simply waiting for a call; he is waiting for the next cue that will tell him who to be. The song’s repeated role changes make intimacy sound like labor, with affection measured by adaptability.

The available release record situates the song this way: It appears on *Noć Pod Zvijezdama*, an album dated 2017-02-22, issued by City 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.

Lexington’s dramatic pop-ballad idiom is well suited to this relationship narrative: the lyric begins with a striking confinement image and unfolds toward a repeated emotional limit. That genre context is broad, not a claim about production or critical reception. No independent review of the specific track was located. The song’s core question is whether love should require a person to become a different instrument for every mood—or whether refusing one role is the first honest act of self-preservation.