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Vrića života

Jedna od mnogih ljudskih priča iz taksija. 🚕🌧️ Ova pjesma nastala je iz promatranja svijeta kroz retrovizor – onog tankog ruba između profesionalne ljubaznosti i duboke ljudske empatije. Svi smo mi nekome samo "putnici", ali ponekad, kad se vrata zatvore, postanemo sudbine koje netko drugi nosi sa sobom. Ovo je posveta svima koji u tišini nose tuđi teret i koji bi, da mogu, imali punu "vriću života" za podijeliti onima kojima je najpotrebnije. Video je montiran u #capcut Video snimke su sa moje kamere na vozilu dok je jedan dio generiran u capcutu. Glazba je kreirana u #suno V5 Tekst i glazba Dragan Milat Tekst pjesme: Kad bih moga birat, da sam superjunak neki, Ne bih letio nebom, niti bio heroj daleki. Odabrao bih samo jednu punu vriću života, Da je dijelim onima što ih goni grijeh i sramota. (Punu vriću života...) Najdraži su mi oni što samo kažu „Dobar dan“, Bez lica i spola, kaže odredište, Ja odvezem, u svom oklopu miran, Ljubazan i dalek, profesionalno profiliran. (Samo putnik... bez lica...) Ali trebam mir u ovoj mojoj ranjenoj duši, Dok se svaki novi dan pod tuđim bolom ruši. Netko odškrine oklop, uđe sapunica i jad, I ja postajem dio priče... nepoznatima. (Taj mir mi treba...) Gledam lijepu ženu, miriše na život i na sjaj, A u tijelu joj nemir, liječnici ne znaju kraj. Ili onaj mali što je rano bez matere osta, Pa pita baku: „Zašto?“... a boli je već dosta. (Što mu reći? Što mu kazat?) Nije imala sreće, to je jedino što znam, Dok u svom vrtlogu boli, opet ostajem sam. Volim priče što pišem, al' ove stvarne me guše, Previše je tuge za ove moje ljudske uši. Ne mogu isprat taj gorki okus u ustima, Što ostane poslije, u ovim dugim noćima. Vozim dalje kroz kišu, pružam ruku, suosjećam, Al' vriću života... ja nemam da im dam. (Vozim dalje...) (Vriću života nemam...) This song was born from observing the world through a rearview mirror—the thin line between professional distance and deep human empathy. We are all "passengers" in someone's life, but sometimes, when the car door closes, we become the stories that others carry with them. A tribute to those who silently absorb the pain of others and who, if they could, would carry a "bag of life" to give away to those in need. Edited in #capcut Video is from dash cam in my vehicle, and created in capcut. Music created in #suno V5 Lyrics and music Dragan Milat Lyrics: Bag of Life If I could choose to be a superhero of some kind, I wouldn’t fly the skies, nor be a hero hard to find. I’d choose but one thing, a bag of life so deep, To share with those whom sin and shame have forced to weep. (A bag of life...) I like the ones who simply say "Good day" to me, No face, no gender, just a place they need to be. I drive them there, within my armor safe and still, Polite and distant, with a professional will. (Just a passenger... with no face...) But I need peace within this wounded soul of mine, While every day collapses, crushed by someone's dark design. Someone cracks the shell, the drama and the grief pour in, And I become a part of stories where I’ve never been. (That's the peace I need...) I see a lovely woman, scent of life and light, But illness stirs within her, hidden from our sight. Or the little boy whose mother left too soon, Asking Grandma "Why?" beneath a silent moon. (What to tell him? What to say?) She had no luck, that's the only thing I know, While in my whirlpool of pain, I’m left alone to go. I love the tales I write, but these real ones make me choke, Too much grief for human ears, in words that were never spoke. I cannot wash away the bitter taste that’s left behind, In the silence of the nights that weigh upon my mind. I drive on through the rain, I offer what I feel, But a bag of life to give... I have none that is real. (I drive on...) (A bag of life, I have none...) #BagOfLife, #DalmatianChanson, #Zadar, #TaxiStories, #HumanFates, #AcousticMusic, #Storytelling, #EmotionalSong, #Croatia