Neko treći [English translation]

Confession. All those established phrases.

Mass is tripping that knows everything.

And you will be downtrodden.

Ref.

What am I: line, verse or person?

I am not you, nor you are me, and I also know this:

I am not that one your words are talking about,

nor I am same like I was yesterday.

Now I am someone 3rd.

1.

"Rappers don't like Minister cause Minister is not honest."

Honestly, I don't give a fuck to what they think about me.

Rappers don't know who's Minister-that's what annoying them.

I do not notice them, so there is joke:"What an eyeless man!"

I do not understand... why do they have to speak a bullshit.

I've never forced anyone to believe me.

So: I am lying, acting, exaggerating.

Press "stop", throw a disk, bro - and that's OK.

But there comes vanity:

buddy doesn't know you-buddy spits on you.

The vultures, I know you hear me.

I know that the fact you're past for me now eats you.

I know that your complexes require of you to spit on everyone.

I know you want that I disappear.

I know what's talking around, but each story has two sides.

I am not the one you think I am - I am much greater.

I'm not the same like I was yesterday-now I'm someone 3rd.

2.

The moment of truth - you would like

to hear new honest stuffs?

You think he is honest just when

he shows his underwear* to you.

He is the same only while he puts his life trash into songs.

Vision, Letter for bro, Ace - that's too much of bluff.

And before we could find out ourselves in his songs.

Now I don't understand this silly one,

plus there I see some kind of insanity in his eyes.

What if I tell you that you are following a right trace?

Try to find yourself here

when I reveal new things about me.

Let's start: I have my personal shrink, sedatives,

patches on the skin as decorations for fucked nerves,

two packs of cigarettes daily, paranoia,

depression, liver fucks me -

but concert every weekend plus

double salary, plus friends that I would immediately

jump for even into abyss, plus home library,

plus I acquired that on my own.

I am working like mad, so try to guess how much money I have today. But I am not so dumb

to show my wallet in my songs.

I am honest and hardworking - a matter of upbringing.

The music is art, not a pot which is using for

the sedimentation of phlegm.

I don't give a fuck about so empty songs,

but full of money.

I am working,and that's why I have money-

and why would I speak about it?

Anyway, there are tons of hatred

because we are not the same at all.

Why would anyone be pissed off

when we did not get wet by the same rain?

But I remember of one thing when impatience defeats me:

that they are not angry about me,

they are angry about their vision of me.

And often it shows who they are, actually.

I sleep peacefully cause

boomerang always finds its owner.

I tell stories about weird things, deeper things.

I pull unreal people out of my head and make them real.

Nothing without reason. Never without message.

Honesty and commitment,

with a difference that there is not me personally.

And there's a problem -

a fact that you can miss some small detail:

that man can be honest even if that is not about his personal life, that man can be honest

even if he is not similar to you.

Why do you only listen songs about yourself-

it's better to ask yourself that question.

...even if you fuck off of listening my songs,

I will not miss you because my honesty,

stabbed on snare drum, stays there.

• Artist:Marčelo
• Album:Treća strana medalje