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Translation
To live free
Long time ago the Devil sat on your doorstep
Oh, Serbia
Nobody alive remembers so much bad things
During rule of one vizier
Around you neighbors raise walls
out off resentment and contempt
That's a new thing, fools rejoice
But others feel ashamed
Black chronicles and accordions
Poor Rock 'n' Roll
Fairy tales tell that only best remain
Are no longer believable, no, no
From the dark side of the globe can be better seen
That those best leave
Pavements of Toronto, eyes colored by battlefields
Are passwords of every one of us
And the point of the story
Is a slogan about freedom
Walkers, flyers, weak support
It's not up to heads or tails
We are or we aren't
This heart beats
Everlasting tum-tum of resistance
To live free, echo in the world
Decorated with the feather of the hawk
It's a spell against the shackles
To live free, conquer by the song
Your banner is in every city
where somebody welcomes you
To try the South like a grape
From the palm of the Virgin Mary
To lick the salt from that iron
on which the boats are tied
To listen the winds play with
the white steppe ash trees
To notice the waters which wake
Genes in you rescued
But as soon the Phantom of the Change is mentioned
The helmets flash
O, God, pitty those who are old, they close themselves
As soon the Masters shout at them
The children are attempting to
break their fathers of a habit of lying
What waits at the end you already know
"Passengers for Sidney, let's go, gate number..."
Until when will we let that
evil Wizard of Oz to screw with us
Until when will that stupid joker
"Be silent, it's OK..." No, it's not
They gather the whole prey
But they can't buy you
They can't count your
youth like a change
To live free, echo in the world
Decorated with the feather of the hawk
It's a spell against the shackles
To live free, conquer by the song
Your banner is in every city
where somebody welcomes you
Every morning is a new confluence
It is going to flow like a small river
Let the thorns weave thicker
Sky is your shortcut
And crush the false diamonds
Like the shell of the empty nut
Let the boulevards of the world remember
The music of your steps
Igor Marić✕
Đorđe Balašević: Top 3
| 1. | D-Moll |
| 2. | Devojka Sa Čardaš Nogama |
| 3. | Ne lomite mi bagrenje |
Idioms from "Živeti slobodno"
| 1. | heads or tails |
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