Paroles et traduction Beogradski Sindikat - BS!BS!

BS!BS!

Taman smo mislili da odemo u penziju,
žene, deca, poslovi, borba za egzistenciju,
Očekivali smenu, da neko nastavi na temu,
Da neko nešto kaže, malo pljune po sistemu.
A klinci pre završe šemu nego stih na refrenu,
Zato bedak sve u svemu, kanal kuda god da krenu.
Na šta spala je Srbija, narod mrvice dobija,
Ovo je nacija mumija, BS jedina utopija.
To je ono što ubija nakon svih ovih godina,
Da ponovo treba ja da mikrofon pokidam.
Gledam pusta je bina, majk skidam sa klina,
Sa sveske briše se prašina, pada sindikalna rima.
Iskustvo kao mator, energija k'o klinac,
Nasumična paljba da se jebe mater svima.
Znaš ti kol'ko se ja cimam da ove reči snimam?
Kol'ko godina imam? Plus sa vremenom kriminal.
A vas ni Vojska spasa ne bi spasila,
Mi predali vam baklju, ona se ugasila,
Mi pokazali vam put, sa njega ste zalutali,
Mi vas izveli na pučinu, vi o stene se olupali.
Mi ovo radimo iz ljubavi, vi bulje da bi prodali,
Naš ideal je sloboda, a vi ste samo robovi.
Sad ste se skenjali, zbog kinte ste se sjebali,
Glave u pesku, na startu ste se predali.
Vi čekate pastira k'o ovce iz stada,
A slepac vas vodi na put do Eldorada,
A mi smo samo vrebali strpljivo do sada,
Da znak Sindikata zasija iznad grada!

Znaš ko smo mi, mi smo BS armija,
Počelo k'o rima, pa je preraslo u pokret,
Sad je filozofija!
Da, ajmo svi, ajmo svi k'o nekada,

Jači nego ikad, svi će pamtiti Sindikat,
Digli se iz pepela!

Mi smo sindikalna bratija, ekipa koja sabija,
Moćni kao armija, jači od svih partija!
Pozdrav za Gadafija i za Uga Čaveza,
Mi sanjamo o takvima da oslobode nas kaveza.
I za brata Asada, jačeg od svih napada,
život rađa se na istoku, smrt dolazi sa zapada.
I Rusi iz Donjecka i Huti iz Jemena,
Naša borba je iskrena, mi smo deo istog plemena.
Dobro znate ko smo - revolucija to smo,
Ekipa sa Principom i sa celom Mladom Bosnom!
Pre ćete nas ubiti nego parama kupiti,
Ekipu k'o Sindikat više niko neće skupiti.
I kad dođe kriza mi se ne sklanjamo iza,
Ne ko Soroš i Siriza, mi nismo ta ekipa.
Mi smo sindikalna klika, slobodni k'o Island,
Nama vođa nije bitan, ideal uvek iznad.
Ovaj sistem je pizda, vlada onaj ko izda,
Ako život je predaja, ja neću to da priznam.
Neću život na vodi, mi smo Beograd na slobodi,
Sindikalna armija - zauvek u borbi!

Znaš ko smo mi, mi smo BS armija,
Počelo k'o rima, pa je preraslo u pokret,
Sad je filozofija!
Da, ajmo svi, ajmo svi k'o nekada,
Jači nego ikad, svi će pamtiti Sindikat,
Digli se iz pepela!

BS!BS!

We just thought we'd retire,
wives, kids, jobs, the struggle for existence,
We expected a change, for someone to continue the theme,
For someone to say something, spit on the system a little.
But the kids finish the scheme before the verse on the chorus,
So it's all miserable, a channel wherever they go.
What has Serbia come to, the people get crumbs,
This is a nation of mummies, BS is the only utopia.
That's what kills after all these years,
That I need to tear up the microphone again.
I look at the empty stage, take the mic off the hook,
Dust is wiped off the notebook, the syndical rhyme falls.
Experience like an old man, energy like a kid,
Random fire, fuck everyone's mother.
Do you know how much I struggle to record these words?
How old am I? Plus crime over time.
And even the Salvation Army wouldn't save you,
We handed you the torch, it went out,
We showed you the way, you strayed from it,
We took you out to sea, you crashed against the rocks.
We do this out of love, you stare to sell,
Our ideal is freedom, and you are just slaves.
Now you're scared, you fucked yourselves for money,
Heads in the sand, you gave up at the start.
You wait for the shepherd like sheep from the flock,
And the blind man leads you on the way to Eldorado,
And we've just been patiently waiting until now,
For the Syndicate sign to shine above the city!

You know who we are, we are the BS army,
It started as a rhyme, then it grew into a movement,
Now it's a philosophy!
Yeah, let's all go, let's all go like we used to,

Stronger than ever, everyone will remember the Syndicate,
Risen from the ashes!

We are the union brotherhood, the crew that crushes,
Powerful as an army, stronger than all parties!
Greetings to Gaddafi and Hugo Chavez,
We dream of such people to free us from the cage.
And for brother Assad, stronger than all attacks,
Life is born in the east, death comes from the west.
And the Russians from Donetsk and the Houthis from Yemen,
Our struggle is sincere, we are part of the same tribe.
You know who we are - we are the revolution,
The crew with Princip and the entire Young Bosnia!
You'd rather kill us than buy us with money,
No one will ever gather a crew like the Syndicate.
And when the crisis comes, we don't hide behind,
Not like Soros and Syriza, we're not that crew.
We are the union clique, free as Iceland,
The leader is not important to us, the ideal is always above.
This system is a bitch, the one who betrays rules,
If life is surrender, I will not admit it.
I don't want life on the water, we are Belgrade in freedom,
The union army - forever in the fight!

You know who we are, we are the BS army,
It started as a rhyme, then it grew into a movement,
Now it's a philosophy!
Yeah, let's all go, let's all go like we used to,
Stronger than ever, everyone will remember the Syndicate,
Risen from the ashes!