Chada - Od apelu do apelu

Here, where the criminal muck is, I welcome you, my friend
Here life still flows from roll call to roll call
Spell out ZK, then write to your mother
You're a rookie, so you're sure to end up in isolation
Society would like me to be executed
I'm damn sentenced, but not condemned
Guardian Angel was distracted, someone wrote an anonymous letter
Now I'm writing these pages, because I can't make a call
Never like that slave, I don't intend to stand in the shadows
I'll remain free in essence, even in prison
It's Chada speaking, the guy who bears this burden
Since childhood filled to the brim with rage
It's not like home, though the air is the same
But you have to endure, because you've been damned sentenced
Six in the morning that bell and wake-up for roll call
It is what it is, the guard opens the hatch and yells "Walk"

I still breathe, I have an appetite for life
The air here doesn't smell like a woman
Feel this vibe, it's a damned prison
Here time is mostly measured in years, not hours x2

Hold your head up, it will be fine man
Those who have a one-way ticket have it the worst
Imagine that not everything is lost
The time will come and you'll hear that bell
The clock sleeps, the hands stand still
The only photo from these holidays, the cell photo
Every day is like Monday, the dice were thrown long ago
It's time to sum up life in freedom
On the deck, to my right, I have a naked champions league
Just tell me, how much would you give even for some striptease
I see around this pain on people’s faces
And letters mean more than you imagine
I've met pain in life, I know what solitary tastes like
Instead of looking through the wall, better to look through fingers (through fingers)
Calculate profits and losses before steel bars cast a shadow on this life

I still breathe, I have an appetite for life
The air here doesn't smell like a woman
Feel this vibe, it's a damned prison
Here time is mostly measured in years, not hours x2

Here dreams burn and only ashes remain
Forever and ever amen, respect for these blocks
Now you sit in this cell, and you wander with your thoughts
This is for all thieves with heavy sentences
The moments here are not pleasant, but hang in there buddy
Among paneling, as pale as those tobacco flowers
If I'd known what would happen, I'd have gone back then
Today, the rosary tells me to finally wake up
I hear my own echo again, saliva turns bitter
Like after the pills that give this etheric mood
I start counting again, you won't understand me brother
Here you have words written at this wooden table
Already imprisoned by the choice that curses with verses
Constantly at odds with life and shackled in chains
I'm here with you, man, still with the same hope
Here dreams, though they smell, quickly dissipate with time

I still breathe, I have an appetite for life
The air here doesn't smell like a woman
Feel this vibe, it's a damned prison
Here time is mostly measured in years, not hours x2