Lyrics and translation Beogradski Sindikat - Balada disidenta

Balada disidenta

Da li se secas kako bilo nam je pre
Posle svega sta sad ostalo je moj Beograde
Da li se secas kako bilo nam je pre
Posle svega sta sad ostalo je moj Beograde
Secam se davno jos u zlatnom bokalu
Prvi put sam video mikrofon stajao je na astalu
U hladu starog kestena gde je moja draga nestala
Ja urezo sam ime bacio prve rime
Ja sam odrasto na pesmama gradskih boema
I pricama alasa kojih danas vise nema
Kalio se s najboljima po zadimljenim birtijama
Udvarao se damama kockao sa lihvarima
Nekad kuci srecan nekad sve izgubio
Nekad zenu grlio nekad kaldrmu ljubio
I nisam sebi sudio, gde god bih se probudio
Bol je bio isti s njim sam se udruzio
Zato secanja sam skupljao ko oziljke da podsete
Da nije uvek bilo samo hladno i sivo
Da krv crvena ko vino, bojila je noci
Kroz odraze u casi to su bile tvoje oci
A ja sam morao da odem, fijaker me je cekao
Beograde zbogom mnoge ti stvari nisam rekao
Da li se secas kako bilo nam je pre
Posle svega sta sad ostalo je moj Beograde
Da li se secas kako bilo nam je pre
Posle svega sta sad ostalo je moj Beograde
Zaboravi me draga zaboravi da te volim
Nastavi da zivis mozda vise ne postojim
Grlim secanja u mraku dok ih luča sveće boji
Da ne mislim na krike sto cuju se niz hodnik
Dok borim se sa ranama sanjam da
Opijam se vinom rakijom i tamburama
Starom violinom i pocepanim glasovima
Tuznom pesmog Cigana dimom i polomljenim casama
Da s boemima mojim se nadvikujem za stolom
Gadjam pesmama recitujem otimam za slovo
Zbog samo jednog stiha moj zivot sad je gotov
Pustinja u srcu dok kroz prozor gledam otok
Sanjam da mirisem tvoj parfem dok se privijas uz mene
Suze mi poteku kao kise u jesen
I ne svani pusta zoro pusti me da ceznem
Nikad ne svani dok u meni ima pesme
Ja sam morao da odem jer nekome sam smetao
Beograde zbogom ovo ti jos nisam rekao
Da li se secas kako bilo nam je pre
Posle svega sta sad ostalo je moj Beograde
Da li se secas kako bilo nam je pre
Posle svega sta sad ostalo je moj Beograde
Danas rane vise bole nego zvuci iza skole
Nego zvuci one strofe kad sam morao da odem
Al sad opet ovde al sve nam se izgubilo
Posekli su kesten gde sam nekad tebe ljubio
Ne mirisu lipe nema stare violine
Nema Ciganina sedog da za moju tugu brine
Moj Beograde Izgubio sam korene
Džabe nosim ordenje kad niko me ne poznaje
Pa zvezdu crnog Djordja dadoh sad za bokal grozdja
Sta ce meni ona kad ja nemam bilo koga
Samo nespokoj i bol moji najbolji drugovi
U kafani lomim case dok mi dusa ne iskrvari
Balada disidenta jedna tuzna srpska pesma
Nekim buducim kafanama za bolja vremena
Neka zastane u grlu kad je neko drugi peva
Sve isto u mom kraju samo mene vise nema
Jer ja sam morao da odem takav nikom nisam trebao
Beograde zbogom pamti dobro sta sam rekao!
Da li se secas kako bilo nam je pre
Posle svega sta sad ostalo je moj Beograde
Da li se secas kako bilo nam je pre
Posle svega sta sad ostalo je moj Beograde

Ballad of the Dissident

Do you remember how it was before?
After everything, what's left now, my Belgrade?
Do you remember how it was before?
After everything, what's left now, my Belgrade?
I remember long ago, in a golden goblet,
I first saw a microphone, it stood on the table.
In the shade of the old chestnut tree, where my darling disappeared,
I carved our names, threw out my first rhymes.
I grew up on the songs of city bohemians,
And stories of fishermen, who are no more today.
I hardened myself with the best, in smoky taverns,
Courted ladies, gambled with loan sharks.
Sometimes happy at home, sometimes I lost everything,
Sometimes I embraced my wife, sometimes kissed the pavement.
And I didn't judge myself, wherever I woke up,
The pain was the same, I joined forces with it.
That's why I collected memories like scars to remind me,
That it wasn't always just cold and grey.
That blood, red like wine, colored the nights,
Through reflections in the glass, those were your eyes.
And I had to leave, the carriage was waiting for me,
Goodbye Belgrade, there were many things I didn't tell you.
Do you remember how it was before?
After everything, what's left now, my Belgrade?
Do you remember how it was before?
After everything, what's left now, my Belgrade?
Forget me, darling, forget that I love you,
Continue living, maybe I no longer exist.
I embrace memories in the darkness, while the candlelight paints them,
So I don't think about the screams that are heard down the hallway.
While I fight with my wounds, I dream of,
Getting drunk on wine, brandy, and tamburitzas,
An old violin and torn voices,
A sad Gypsy song, smoke, and broken glasses.
To shout over the table with my bohemians,
Throw songs, recite, fight for words,
Because of just one verse, my life is now over.
A desert in my heart, while I look through the window at the island,
I dream of smelling your perfume as you snuggle up to me,
Tears flow like autumn rains,
And don't dawn, desolate morning, let me yearn.
Never dawn while there's a song in me,
I had to leave because I was in someone's way,
Goodbye Belgrade, I haven't told you this yet.
Do you remember how it was before?
After everything, what's left now, my Belgrade?
Do you remember how it was before?
After everything, what's left now, my Belgrade?
Today the wounds hurt more than the sounds behind the school,
More than the sounds of those verses when I had to leave.
But now I'm back here, but everything is lost,
They cut down the chestnut tree where I once kissed you.
The lindens don't smell, there's no old violin,
There's no grey-haired Gypsy to take care of my sadness.
My Belgrade, I've lost my roots,
It's pointless to wear medals when no one knows me.
So I gave the Star of Karađorđe now for a jug of grapes,
What good is it to me when I have no one?
Just restlessness and pain, my best friends,
I break glasses in the tavern until my soul bleeds out.
Ballad of the dissident, a sad Serbian song,
For better times in some future taverns.
May it get stuck in someone's throat when they sing it,
Everything's the same in my neighborhood, only I'm not there anymore.
Because I had to leave, no one needed me like that,
Goodbye Belgrade, remember well what I said!
Do you remember how it was before?
After everything, what's left now, my Belgrade?
Do you remember how it was before?
After everything, what's left now, my Belgrade?