Plamen sto krijes

M.O.R.T. · Other Songs - M.O.R.T.

Zaronit cu u glazbu
da napuni mi usi
srce nek' se dere
dok mozak ne oglusi

Moj je zanat uglazbit misli
gibat osjecaje sto su se stisli
prsti sipaju zrna srece
u sake onog sto nikad razumjeti nece

Da moje tijelo je kao zica
k'o gitara, kao ptica
i kad pjeva i kad svira
moje tijelo vibrira

Oko mene ljudi prolaze
jedni se radjaju, drugi odlaze
kao roboti na struju
oni trose se i kupuju

Zaronit cu u glazbu
da napuni mi usi
srce nek' se dere
dok mozak ne oglusi

Medju tvoje grudi
ja usnama past cu
sladiti se tvojom strascu

I ljubit cu plamen sto krijes
dok mi krilom lice grijes
ja ljubit cu plamen sto krijes
dok mi licem lice grijes

Plamen sto krijes

For this narrator, music is not decoration but a bodily necessity: sound fills the ears, thought becomes melody, and the body itself vibrates like a guitar string. The lyric moves between artistic creation and physical desire, refusing to draw a clean border between emotional expression and sensuality. That is why its central flame feels both metaphorical and literal—a force the speaker carries, hides, and tries to turn into sound.

A sharper social contrast appears when other people pass like robots, consuming and wearing themselves down. Against that mechanical routine, the singer imagines music as a way to keep feeling alive. The lyric does not claim that art repairs the world; it presents creation as a stubborn refusal to become numb inside it. No substantial independent criticism of this particular track was located, and the available entry does not document its release or arrangement. Reading it closely, the song’s most persuasive idea is that artistic work begins as a physical response before it becomes a polished object: the heart shouts, the body resonates, and the song gives that vibration a form.

The lyric offers a miniature manifesto for music as a physical art: thought becomes sound, emotion vibrates through the body, and the instrument is described as an extension of the self. That image belongs to a long rock tradition in which playing is presented not as decoration but as a way to make otherwise trapped feelings audible. The song also contrasts this creative vitality with people moving through life like machines. It does not promise that music will repair them; it insists that making sound is one way the speaker refuses to go numb. This is the lyric’s clearest artistic credo.