Kosovo je Srbija! (2. verz. BS - Niko ne moze da zna)
- As soon as you open your eyes, you know youre about to start fighting. You look through the window as through prison bars, the freedom is far. Even though you are loyal and fighting on the good side, as soon as you do out on the street, you feel the bitterness of life. The people suffer while the skunk gets richer, I cannot be silent, I wont allow being defeated.
-A load falls off the heart like a tear falls on the paper. The only valve is my music, the essence of the Belgrade blues. Do you feel the suffering entangled in each line, do you feel the pain which I use as a motif? After all obstacles and thorny paths, the wounds have healed well. They will not happen again.
-I have seen the light clearly and Im moving towards it. I start the avalanche of emotions in search oh happiness, left to myself, guided by my instincts in the world where the stronger eats the weaker as soon as he makes a mistake. You all know how hard it is when its all void. Thats why my crew, my syndicate is my strength! The freedom is so far away, but I dont lose hope as long as the truth is there, between the lines.
-As if Ive been dreaming all my life and now Im waking up. This is my country, but these are not my people. They say- you dont have what to look for here, better be still because there is only one serving both as your prosecutor and your judge here. I look at the desecrated cemeteries, they don't even respect the dead. I look at the burnt houses; I look at the burnt churches. They say-look at our strength, we are invincible. I ask- Do you believe in God! They reply- Force knows no God. Watch out, spears have been broken on this field. Serbian Ortodoxy is an unbreakable religion because the earth fed it, the mother gave birth to it, the strength defended it, and the faith guided it!
-No one can know what the wind is whispering. No one can know what will be brought by the thunder. The storm is coming, the star falls above the ghetto. My county- my country is my fear tonight!
-The year of 2004 goes by, the prisons are still cramped with my people. The usurpers are in the ancient country, the strangers impose laws- the signs of the Devil. The transporter at the barricade keeps us all at bay, no sudden movements- let alone to catch them on camera while they are carousing on our land. They came out of nowhere to benefit from our poverty. Who is going to protect us? My people are still not free.
-The feeling of helplessness hunts us as a nightmare. And the politicians who came sold all to the enemies while boasting in the parliament-as if they were really helpful. Belgrade doesnt know about the suffering of those who stayed. Have we, in search of a better life, become cold over night? The bells are ringing in panic; a bomb falls on the monastery. The Serbs, do not let greed estrange us in our sorrow! We may as well be dinosaurs, the type that disappears, and we live in our dream worlds where no one can defeat us. There is no phrase that could describe the pain. I still go south, the blood will tell the story, if necessary.
-No one can know what the wind is whispering. No one can know what will be brought by the thunder. The storm is coming, the star falls above the ghetto. My county- my country is my fear tonight!
-Freedom is a prison between a bunker and a sniper. Life is a struggle next to a transporter in the park. I watch the movements of the foreigners- this is a trial to the victims. We need awakening, enough with the lies and the torture.
-Behind Ibar as a line prison cells are full of our people. Devils legions work united here. I recognise people from my block by the tear in their eye. Those who still can- they stand upright despite the pain! And the poison in blood openly calls for the fight! Their desire to steal all that is ours makes me wanna spit bitterly.
-When foreigners arrest me, and set the dogs on me to scare me while Im tied and kept sleepless, I wont break down, Ill be only irritated. The Serbs, this land belongs to us! I yell while I suffer from terrible pain!
-While my land is being grabbed away from me, the blood-soaked world wants to take and destroy the bones of my ancestors, the relics of my saints. I will not allow them! The surrender is not allowed to all of us because of our sons! I am waiting at the bridge for your renewed arrival- Alban no passaran, with the Serbs or alone! Хвала, Ивана!
Length: 329
Rating: 4.80 (36 ratings)
Tags: Kosovo je Srbija is Serbia Beogradski Sindikat
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