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Glazba i tekst: Slaven Slišković Vokal: Tanja Leskur Back vokal: Anja Čurčić Bas: Boris Leskur Gitara: Marinko Radić Klavijature: Tanja Leskur Saksofon: Gordan Tudor Bubnjevi: Anton Možnik Mix i mastering: Čovjek Filbi Snimanje, 2025 g. u studiju Larrabee North Studio. Izdavač: Sony Music Publisher Režija i montaža: Slija Iz knjige Sok od balerine koja će uskoro biti objavljena https://webknjizara.hr/?s=slaven+sli%... / slijaaa / slijaaa https://x.com/slija9 / slaven.slija / misternosplitofficial https://misternosplit.bandcamp.com/music Share, like, subscribe. udrite to zvono. TUESDAY EXIT Unpinning the plastic identification from my lapel The charcoal wool of this coat feels lighter now Fluorescent tubes buzzing above the partition walls An ergonomic chair left at a sharp angle The security guard is focused on a leather ledger Pushing through the heavy glass into the humidity This is the air of a Tuesday afternoon Walking across the bridge toward the South Bank The street is a map I finally understand (Finally understand) Moving with the current of a different crowd A silhouette reflected in the financial district windows Silk tie loosened, white sleeves folded at the elbow Recalling the absolute silence of the archive room The wall clock pulse like a blunt instrument Purchasing a broadsheet I have no intention of reading Watching a red bus navigate the narrow asphalt This is the air of a Tuesday afternoon Walking across the bridge toward the South Bank The street is a map I finally understand (Finally understand) Moving with the current of a different crowd The tightness in my throat is finally dissolving Like a tablet in a tall glass of water I am no longer afraid of the empty calendar Or the ceiling pressing down on my shoulders The sky over the Thames is a heavy, pale grey But I am standing upright on the moving stairs (Not returning) I am not returning to the lobby (Not returning) I am not returning to the lobby (Not returning) I am not returning to the lobby (Not returning) I am not returning to the lobby (Not returning) I am not returning to the lobby (Not returning) I am not returning to the lobby