Monicef

Lyrics in English:

So it all started with a bottle of beer at Ivo´s ,

After twelve years everything is different,

no paranoia, not me nor you, both show sign of comeback,

from the psychotropic trips,

turn on a camera so i can checkout woman stealing half a kilo of moldy cheese

 

We dont have knives, cause we afraid of schizos, so bunch of keys will have to do,

it rains, its dark, we hide under a roof,

enjoying couple minutes of no trouble state,

no drugs, alcohol, something nice,

only that moment, that piece of time, relax from stress and race of regular days,

i miss it and i go back there at least in spirit

 

I feel chill of everyday everywhere,

In ten minutes to pension,

I cut cheese with bunch of keys,

i celebrate seventeen and half

I feel chill of everyday everywhere,

In ten minutes to pension,

I cut cheese with bunch of keys,

i celebrate seventeen and half

 

We tour the streets, each alone,

in blood ton of drugs, brain here you go,

delusions and hallucinations,

high as a kite,

high as a kite,

high as a kite,

so what, youth burns in innards,

you want to be proper, but you doubt,

a that is because it was a time of fault,

experiences, character forming, experiments

 

Some would say brain in excrement,

Instead of mind only desire for experience,

And you didnt care whether it was in land of dream,

or real basis,

you take a loan, trust idiots,

spend golden egg of lots of money for untrustworthy whore,

simply, you go against the flow, and for a reason,

of rebelling against established system

 

You celebrate with me eighteens, i barely made it up the hill,

and already the table is filled with glasses,

fuck it i am teenager so i put the bottle to my throat,

get drunk like an idiot, but something is missing there,

human connection, next to me a stupid whore,

who thinks that her IQ is one hundred and fifty point five,

it was age of mistakes, discoveries and made up problems,

if i could shake myself and slap me into waking up i would,

drowning sorrow in liquor, letting them take my freedom,

and especially, fall in love with the wrong one.

 

Sparta, weed and hot rums, long talks that ease the pain on the heart,

counting change, we throw out the last guests,

and spend the rest of the night sharing feels,

you invite me for shot of vodka,

and i crawl home and with that my window story ends.

 

I feel chill of everyday everywhere,

In ten minutes to pension,

I cut cheese with bunch of keys,

i celebrate seventeen and half

I feel chill of everyday everywhere,

In ten minutes to pension,

I cut cheese with bunch of keys,

i celebrate seventeen and half

I feel chill of everyday everywhere,

In ten minutes to pension,

I cut cheese with bunch of keys,

i celebrate seventeen and half

 

And such the story ends,

or maybe just begins, who knows,

where the world will take us,

where the fate will bring us,

you never know where you end up,

and if you come back,

but in any case, you are dust,

and in dust you turn,

thats why we want to properly enjoy it here!!!