Mali Isus

M.O.R.T. · Other Songs - M.O.R.T.

Mali Isus place
a s njim placem i ja
kada vidim oko mene
sta se dogadja
sta se dogadja
a sta se dogadja

Negdje sam nesto vidio
a ne znam tocno sto
neko je nesto rekao
a tiho, skoro necujno

Nikoga na ulici
samo grozni urlici
ljudi sto ne sanjaju
a sami sebe proganjaju

Cijelu noc sam hvatao
barem jednu misao
uspomenu na tebe
zrak kojeg sam disao

Ref.
Imas li volje da budes cudan
prosetaj sa mnom i sanjaj budan
imas li volje da budes cudna
ostani sa mnom i sanjaj budna

K vragu i vrag bez traga
a pravdi dosadise povez i vaga
o, umni ljudi sto drzite silu
osudiste na grob Kosjenku vilu

Regoc je sam i svrhu trazi
tup je i jadan, put mu pokazi
a cinovnik sitan za salterom sjedi
zvanje brojaca, kaze, ne vrijedi

Kamenje svo je na svome mjestu
imamo bagere, gradimo cestu
nemamo kamo krenuti sada
jer sravnili su zidine Legena-grada

I tko da primi plahoga diva
plase ga auti i procelja siva
i sitni ljudi, ogromne zloce
i nisko nebo sto srusit se hoce

A ljudi su cudni
kada si cudan
jako ih smeta
kad sanjas budan

Ref.

Mali Isus

A child’s tears open onto a landscape of adult bewilderment. The speaker weeps with “little Jesus” at what is happening around him, then admits that he cannot even identify what he has seen or heard. That uncertainty matters: the song’s despair is not built from a neat political argument but from the feeling that the world has become too strange and too loud to understand.

Street cries, sleepless thought and people who seem to persecute themselves place the narrator among those who have lost the ability to dream. The invitation to walk together and “dream awake” is therefore more than romantic companionship; it is a small resistance to numbness. The reference to Jesus works as an image of innocence and suffering, while the surrounding lyric remains rooted in present-day alienation. The entry provides no specific event or verified release history, and I found no independent criticism of the song. M.O.R.T.’s writing is most affecting here when it admits confusion rather than pretending to explain every source of pain. The result is a plea for attention, tenderness and a way of staying awake without surrendering hope.

The lyric’s movement from a childlike religious image to street-level despair gives it the scale of a modern lament. Instead of explaining events from a position of authority, the speaker admits not knowing exactly what he saw or heard; the confusion itself becomes evidence of a world that has lost its bearings. The invitation to dream while awake then offers a modest alternative to numbness, not a grand political solution. That combination of grief, spiritual language and social unease is a familiar resource in rock writing, but here the refrain keeps the appeal intimate: walk with me, and let us try to stay human.