Welcome to Serbia (Welcome to Srbija)

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Welcome to Serbia

Welcome to Serbia, where police kills
Where justice is nowhere to be found and only God is a Judge
Everything has a price, but there is nothing honesty
Instead of playing, kids are needling their veins
Where thieves, dealers and singers are role models
The girls haven't grown up, yet they are sluts already
While the milk tooth are still swinging, they're recording themselves on a cellphone
As they're blowing their schoolmates in a toilet
Ask yourselves then why we don't have children
And I'm asking God if he remembers our address
Waiting all my life, listening to the same song
33 years, when I look back, where are they?
Some say: Wait a little more until it begins
Changes are a process that requires time
Go home, write rhymes, you don't understand these subjects
Let us be led by those smarter than you
And I tell them: Traitors, back up off me
Listen well to this communique
We have formed fractions, the teams are ready
Like Baader-Meinhoff, I'll fuck you all up
Ready like Hamas, I cock back my AK
Like November I stalk you until you become my hostage
Like Apis, the Black Hand, I'm an expert in overthrows
Like Beogradski Sindikat, I stick to the course
 
Chorus:
This is a matter of life or death
And you were first to shed these rivers of blood
Cornered, I have no other choice
I'm aware that I'm losing, but you will suffer casualties too
This is a matter of life or death
I curse you by God because you're making me hate
The answer is terror, to make you hear me
I'm aware that I'm losing, but you will suffer casualties too
 
You took everything from us, honor and dignity
So what don't you understand when tomorrow someone with a mask
Someone desperate armed to the teeth in the public transport
To make it loud and clear - blows everything up
You walk over us, you walk over the dead too
You don't look back, as long as the money keeps rolling in
While respectable citizens are cutting kilos of drugs
Workers are cutting off their own fingers in the courtroom
It used to mean something when you've got education
Now thousands of those are waiting at the unemployment bureau
Looking at a cup of coffee for a job
While you're looking at offers to bet the best one
Selling the country, pulling tricks with the money
Letting the cattle to slaughter each other
You don't get your hands dirty, that's not for gentlemen
You 're killing Serbia without leaving fingerprints on the gun
While you turn your heads away from hardships and poverty
Holding the media who can take care of everything
People are on hunger strike 'cause they've got nothing to eat
They'll rather die loudly than fade away silently
From a subway in Tokyo to a train in Mumbai
By any means necessary, let them know of our struggle
Life is cheap when you're not given a choice
That's why we won't go down easily, to make the message last
 
Chorus
 
Once again the gang has messed up, you and your reign of terror
Once again the Sindikat's logo is on sky above the city
A chair against the door, door handle jammed
Tape over the mouth, let me ask you something now
Is this a prospering of a specie? A new division of justice?
Some are losing, others are taking, the strong are eating the weak
I watch these our mongrels playing the cards of terrorism, virus, crisis,
Trying to cover up the mess
They laugh in our faces, lie to us like we're idiots
A solution or a mistake, I don't have a dilemma anymore
This morning I kissed my wife, took the children to school
Them living in a better system, I'll die for the idea
Cornered ever since I was young, I can't go further than the wall
In a life like a trench, I took the struggle to the streets
In the assembly's hall I hold a grenade launcher and a bomb
Pay your last respects to a discreet hero
 
Sweat is dropping on the paper, I'm writing my last will
Stay healthy for me, true to our cause
And when I die for the truth, fulfill my will
Kiss some better Serbia for me
 
Chorus
 
Publié par Dudinho le Jeu, 17/03/2011 - 23:25
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Welcome to Srbija

Welcome to Srbija, gde murija ubija,
gde nema pravde ni za lek i samo Bog je sudija.
Gde sve ima svoju cenu, al' nema ništa u poštenju,
umesto da se igraju -- klinci se „iglaju" u venu.
Gde uzori su lopovi, dileri, pevačice,
klinke ne porastu, a već su postale jebačice.
Dok mlečni još se klimaju, na mobilni se snimaju,
ortacima iz škole u WC-u kako šipuju.
Posle se pitate zašto nemamo decu,
a ja pitam Boga da li pamti našu adresu.
Ceo život na čekić, slušam istu pesmu,
33 godine kad se okrenem, gde su
Neki kažu meni: Sačekaj još malo pa da krene,
promene su proces za koje potrebno je vreme,
idi kući piši rime, ne razumeš ti te teme,
pusti da nas vode, pametniji od tebe.
A ja im kažem: Izdajnici palite od mene,
slušajte dobro sada ovo saopštenje,
oformili smo frakcije, ekipe su spremne,
kao „Bader Majnhof" ima sve da vas sjebem.
Spreman kao „Hamas" repetiram kalaš,
k'o „Novembar" ja te vrebam dok ne postaneš moj talac.
Kao Apis, „Crna ruka", za prevrate sam znalac,
k'o Beogradski sindikat držim čvrsto pravac.
 
Refren:
 
Ovo je pitanje života i smrti,
i ove reke krvi pustili ste prvi.
Sateran u ćošak ja nemam izbor drugi,
svestan sam da gubim, ali biće vaših žrtvi.
 
Ovo je pitanje života i smrti,
proklinjem vas bombom jer me terate da mrzim.
Odgovor je teror ne bi li me čuli,
preživeti neću, ali biće vaših žrtvi.
 
Sve ste nam uzeli i čast i dostojanstvo,
pa šta nije jasno kada sutra neko s' maskom,
do zuba u oružju, neki očajnik u gradskom,
da čuje se glasno, digne sve u vazduh.
Gazite po nama, gazite i mrtve,
ne gledate nazad, samo pare da se vrte.
Dok ugledni građani seku kila gudre,
radnici u sudnici seku sebi prste.
Nekad je značilo kad neko ima školu,
sad hiljade takvih visi na birou,
gledaju u šolju kad će šljaku da zabodu,
dok vi gledate u ponude da zabodete bolju.
Rasprodajete državu, šibicarite lovu,
puštate stoku da jedni druge kolju,
ne prljate ruke, to nije za gospodu,
ubijate Srbiju bez otiska na pištolju.
Dok vi okrečete glavu od muke i bede,
držite medije koji mogu sve da srede,
narod štrajkuje glađu, jer nema šta da jede,
pre će umreti glasno, nego tiho da izblede.
Od metroa u Tokiju, do voza u Bombaju,
po svaku cenu da za našu borbu znaju,
život je jeftin kada izbor ti ne daju,
zato naplatićemo kožu da poruke traju!
 
Refren
 
Opet je zasrala banda, vi i vaša strahovlada,
opet je znak Sindikata na nebu iznad grada.
Stolica na vrata, zaglavljena kvaka,
preko usta traka, da te pitam nešto sada:
Je l' ovo napredak vrste, novo deljenje pravde,
jedni gube, drugi grabe, jači jedu slabega
Gledam barabe ove naše kako igraju na karte,
terorizam, virus, kriza, plaše da zataškaju sranje.
U facu nam se smeju, lože k'o dileju.
Rešenje ili greška Nemam više ni dilemu.
Jutros izljubio sam ženu, u školu odveo sam decu,
da žive u boljem sistemu, ja ću da umrem za ideju.
Od malih nogu sam u ćošku, od zida dalje ne mogu,
u životu k'o u rovu, na ulicu izneo sam borbu.
U skupštinskom holu držim zolju i bombu,
odajte poslednju poštu diskretnom heroju.
Znoj kaplje po papiru, poslednju pišem želju,
Ostajte mi zdravi, verni našem htenju.
I kad umrem za istinu, ispunite moju volju,
poljubite za mene neku Srbiju bolju!
 
Refren
 
Publié par Lidi93 le Sam, 30/07/2011 - 21:58
Modifié pour la dernière fois par barsiscev le Dim, 31/07/2016 - 21:03
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