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Pretorijanska garda (English translation)

  • Artist: Beogradski Sindikat (Београдски Синдикат)
  • Song: Pretorijanska garda 2 translations
  • Translations: Czech, English
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Praetorian Guard

The Praetorian Guard, once a powerful legion
Now a pile of pigs, listen to me carefully
 
CHORUS. *Bona mors for me, I leave without a farewell
The Praetorian Guard chase me at night
I hear the clip-clop of hooves pulling chariots of war
The story of a bard leaning on the pavement
 
As a rule the police bully the innocent
While the rich enrich themselves outside of legal boundaries
Who's lobbying there!? It's like a scene from a horror film
When the baton got to work the body was like lead
At the service of the master, the Praetorian Guard
Make sure that free hands are bloody to the elbows
But where are the rights for a wrongdoer without a guard?
The brigade laments, the crowbar brigade plays
Hematomata, bruises, we count them like medals
Recurring consequences come with the years
Because he who has a monopoly can do whatever he likes
The police dealers multiply on the streets
What's that archive hiding? It will be an eternal enigma
Buried lies, a deal, a fixed match
Incriminating evidence poured out at an investigation
Revision of a crime based on an impossible assumption
The kids sniff out the heroin, their nose is full, so is their budget
Their idol is Tesla, he found electricity with which they torture
He pulls armour over you so there's no trace of a beating
He forgets at the hearings, it's all in the bounds of service
Bloody accusations, necessary measures tailored for you
Citizens' rights are measured by the system which fucks you
Be it the *DB, the fucking BIA or just a common copper
They break you the same, the back of your neck hurts the same
Only envelopes appeal to them because they arrange the letters
Your lie has failed and the honourable judge is kind
The lawyer agrees with everything so the cops don't break you
You leave as a gentleman, the court has freed you
You're disgusted by money, but sometimes it talks
You save the possibility so the trolls might respect you
Uniformed oxen, the shepherds came down from the hills
The inspectors are even worse, junkies from the *fourth
In a murderous frenzy they work the windows of roofs
Well he who doesn't tattle gets secretly taken to a grave
Those you take with you will be dropped off in a drawer
So you tell your children why illnesses torture them
Or to bite their tongue because that's how you'll survive
Lubricate before fucking, let the pig get greasy
 
CHORUS. Bona mors for me, I leave without a farewell
The Praetorian Guard chase me at night
I hear the clip-clop of hooves pulling chariots of war
The story of a bard leaning on the pavement
Bona mors for me, I leave without a farewell
The Praetorian Guard chase me at night
I hear the clip-clop of hooves pulling chariots of war
The story of a bard on the pavement
 
The Praetorian Guard rules from behind the scenes
Through rat-filled sewers below the eternal city
And still no one knows beneath whose paw they fall
For many generations that will strictly be a secret
They killed Caesar because he wanted to restrain them
He who isn't their servant quickly vanishes from the road
Because their arrests are wherever balls are
For dirty work they always find a Brutus
It's all *panta rhei, only there's always a duty
To kill and torture in all forms of community
Their name isn't important nor what the constitution says
When you hear footsteps of troops, be aware that you're dead
 
CHORUS [x2]. Bona mors for me, I leave without a farewell
The Praetorian Guard chase me at night
I hear the clip-clop of hooves pulling chariots of war
The story of a bard leaning on the pavement
 
First of all, the opening of the dossier
Its main goal
Is for the citizens who were victims
To be enabled to see what they all
Hence, missed out on in life
Just because they thought differently
And were free to perform the human right
To freedom of expression, they said something
That wasn't desired by this or that government
 
The security of the citizens of this country
I today legally compromised from within
Economically, socially, politically
 
They have realised what they wanted
They have won, we have been defeated
 
Parties control the secret service
 
The key things are sometimes in code
 
CHORUS [x2]. Bona mors for me, I leave without a farewell
The Praetorian Guard chase me at night
I hear the clip-clop of hooves pulling chariots of war
The story of a bard leaning on the pavement
 
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Submitted by DermostaticDermostatic on Fri, 17/01/2020 - 12:59
Added in reply to request by ilyaprowerilyaprower
Author's comments:

*Latin for "happy death".
*DB is short for SDB, the internal security agency for Yugoslavia from 1991-2002. It was replaced by the BIA.
*Members of the fourth division of the Serbian Ministry for Internal Affairs, which deals with anti-narcotic operations.
*Ancient Greek for "everything flows".

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