Paroles et traduction 357 - Beograd

Beograd

Beograd, beton, asfalt, čelik
Koji volim, bilo ga je nekad, a sada ga samo želim,
Vidi, oseti ljude u njemu, tu temu sam zaključ'o u tebi
I njemu, singidunum razglednica govorimo sada,
Ne treba nam strano u zidu ovog grada,
Mnogi se opuštaju, ali tad već su pali,
Trip, haos zezanje za bedak su dali
...ribe, sex, pivo, dobra kafana, basket, fudbal,
Dobra hrana, putovanja, gostovanja, svetska slava
Boli glava, nekad moguće i blisko,
Pali tako nisko... klinac na ulici pištolj u ruci
Ko mu daje ko ga uči da druge muči,
Nose žuto i belo,
Po nosu mu daju samo da bi bili glavni majmuni u kraju,
Beograd... Beograd...
Pljačke, krađe, pucanje u taxi, ubistvo, maltretiranje,
Ko će to da hapsi,
Od najgorih bolesti umire grad,
Mi smo duša on je telo i treba nam sklad,
Puno bande, puno krađe, ratni profiteri,
Kome daju, kome idu beli soliteri,
Zgrade kuće i grafiti sad ih grizu paraziti,
Mi smo gladni oni siti, zašto kriti...
Televizija je puna mladog mesa i hostesa
Traži kartu da je gledaš ali ne daš,
Samo play back i ništa nije živo,
Nema živih boja sad sve je postalo sivo,
Brži smo od njih rima brza kao metak
Nema više pesme kao "Dođi mi u petak"
Zajebi više taj glupi klan dobar dan sad ću
Da ti nabijem ciglu u ekran... udišes duboko,
Ali ostaješ bez daha puna su mi pluća govorim
Bez straha urađeni prevarom na ivici smo ponora
U ušima nam zavija sodoma i gomora...
Droga i korupcija masovna destrukcija
Gaženje i frka brate dokle više trka
Za životni opostanak bekstvo ili ostanak, fitilj gori...
Za ovo ovde se bori...

Belgrade

Belgrade, concrete, asphalt, steel
Which I love, it used to be there, and now I only desire it,
See, feel the people in it, here this is what I have concluded in you
And in it, singidunum postcard we are talking about now,
We do not need anything strange inside the walls of this city,
Many relax, but then they have already fallen,
Trip, havoc gaping for fools they have given
...fish, sex, beer, good pub, basketball, football,
Good food, trips, guest performances, world fame
Headache, possibly close sometimes,
Fallen so low... kid on the streets with a gun in his hands
Who gives to him who teaches him that he torments others,
They wear yellow and white,
They punch him in the face just to be the main monkeys in the area,
Belgrade... Belgrade...
Robberies, thefts, shooting in a taxi, murder, maltreatment,
Who will arrest that,
From the worst diseases the city dies,
We are the soul it is the body and we need harmony,
A lot of gangs, a lot of thefts, war profiteers,
To whom do they give, to whom do the white solitaire go,
Buildings houses and graffiti now they are bitten by parasites,
We are hungry they are full, why hide...
Television is full of young meat and hostesses
Asks for a card to watch it but you do not give,
Only play back and nothing is live,
There are no live colors now everything has become gray,
We are faster than them rhyme fast as a bullet
There are no more songs like "Come to me on friday"
Screw that stupid clan anymore good day now I will
To ram you a brick into the screen... inhale deeply,
But you remain breathless my lungs are full I speak
Without fear done with cheating on the edge of the abyss
In our ears sodom and gomorrah whistles...
Drugs and corruption mass destruction
Treading and fooling around brother how much more running
For life survival fleeing or staying, the fuse burns...
For this here they fight...