Paroles et traduction Beogradski Sindikat - Nema povlačenja, nema predaje

Nema povlačenja, nema predaje

Pozdravljam život, jer sam shvatio suštinu
Da nisu bitne stvari, već šta ostavljaš za druge
Da samo zdrave glave možeš ostati još duže
Iskren prema sebi, besmrtan zauvek
Jer kad niko neće, rodi se ideja
Od temelja sve je trulo, mora da se menja
I to je moja želja, da sva nova pokolenja
Plove pravim putem, lakša za tonu poniženja

Nisam Dositej, ja tribun sam iz geta
Nisam čit'o mnogo, ali jesam kol'ko treba
I sad nekom smeta što nisam prljav i bedan
Umem udarce da vratim i dodam im još jedan
Pa nazad na početak, jer ovde sve je stalo
Ovde laži su realnost, okruženje sramno
Dok ne promenimo svest, ja cimaću se stalno
Nema predaje, povlačenja, za mene to je strano

I pre svega, posle svega, jedino što svima treba BS, (šta) BS
I pre svega, posle svega, jedino što treba to je BS, (šta) BS

Još uvek sanjam mračne oblake da prolaze
Još uvek mislim kako jedna reč promeniće svet
I onog dana kada mene više ne bude
Ni tada nema povlačenja, nema predaje

Sutra na svet ako padne vreo kamen
Kad u pepeo nas sve bude mleo plamen
Tad ću te pitati šta ti znače pare
Titule i zgrade, sve je to za džabe
Nećeš steći poštovanje za keš varajući gladne
Ljubavi ima samo onaj ko je daje
Sve za roditelje, braću, ženu i drugare
Sokole u jatu, verne sindikalce

Što krče svoje trase kroz munje barikade
Ne prateći ljude nego svoje ideale
Ceo svet je na ivici, svi samo sebe paze
A mi pazimo i mlade koji pune naše sale
Jer muzika kad zamre život teče dalje
Beogradski Sindikat zato poruku im šalje
Napred puna srca, bistrog oka, zdrave glave
Nema predaje, povlačenja, k'o hoće da ga pamte

Još uvek sanjam mračne oblake da prolaze
Još uvek mislim kako jedna reč promeniće svet
I onog dana kada mene više ne bude
Ni tada nema povlačenja, nema predaje

Još uvek budan sanjam
Još uvek imam iste one snove da jednom biće bolje
Još uvek idem napred, pravo kroz vetar
Još uvek kolena u blatu, spreman na jedan
Još uvek je reč oštra kao prvog dana
K'o katana izvučena iz korice – ne treba oštrenje
Još uvek smo porodica, pustili smo korenje
Još uvek smo na frontu, još uvek odbijamo ordenje

Još uvek vučemo poteze bez obzira na posledice
Još uvek verujemo da možemo da promenimo svet
Još uvek smo gerila
Još uvek smo ulična armija beogradskih čaršija
Još uvek držimo odstupnicu, držimo redove
Još uvek nema povlačenja, nema predaje
Još uvek drže se falange, a i kada nas ne bude
Ni tada nema povlačenja, nema predaje
Još uvek trajem, još uvek se borim

I dajem od sebe, k'o pre, i srce i dušu i sve što treba
I dalje sanjam moje ljude slobodne k'o nekad
Ne znam tačno kako, ali tačno znam da tako treba
Jer to je osećaj, jednostavan, iskren i čist
On je potek'o iz srca i uvek vrati se k'o bis
I kad privid me povede da sa puta greškom skrenem
Negde osećaj se javi, jasan kao dan me prene
Moja vera u dela je to što zovem ideal

Nje sam svestan pa je pratim, ona čini da sam srećan
Da sam posvećen, predan, sve dok se trudim da menjam
Sve prazne, prolazne poglede. Zato ostavljamo poruke
Da ideja će opstati, pašće betonski blokovi
I na noge će se podići oslobođeni robovi
Mi stvorićemo bolji svet, to je perspektiva
Mi smo nova ofanziva, naša borba je živa i dalje
Opet nepravedno optužen dižem se na oružje

Na loše što htedoše ideje da mi poruše
Jer s' njima smo već dugo, mnogo godina u borbi
Po telu smo puni rana, po licu smo modri
Nema laži i prevare, ako stanem i predam se
Nek' mi život sutra prestane, nek' me nema, neka nestanem
Jer kad mene svi sad ostave, na mene kad zaborave
Od sindikalne postave još samo papir ostane
Ja ću da se postaram, kol'ko go da košta me

Da napišem za klošare, ne dam više, dosta je
Za neke nove majstore, da sutra se suprotstave
Naše pesme ostavljam, jer naše vreme prošlo je
Da na kraju zapevaju kad konačno dobro je
I svoje nove pobede k'o mi nekad proslave
Jer jednog dana kada odem, jednog dana kada odem ja
Setite se moje borbe, setite se BS kraljeva

Još uvek sanjam mračne oblake da prolaze
Još uvek mislim kako jedna reč promeniće svet
I onog dana kada mene više ne bude
Ni tada nema povlačenja, nema predaje

Još uvek sanjam mračne oblake da prolaze
Još uvek mislim kako jedna reč promeniće svet
I onog dana kada mene više ne bude
Ni tada nema povlačenja, nema predaje

No Retreat, No Surrender

I salute life, because I've understood the essence,
That things aren't important, but what you leave behind for others,
That only with a sound mind can you stay longer,
Honest to myself, immortal forever,
Because when no one else will, an idea is born,
Everything is rotten from the foundation, it has to change,
And that's my desire, that all new generations,
Sail the right path, a ton lighter from humiliation.

I'm not Dositej, I'm a tribune from the ghetto,
I haven't read much, but I have as much as needed,
And now it bothers someone that I'm not dirty and miserable,
I can return blows and add another one,
So back to the beginning, because everything here has stopped,
Here lies are reality, the surroundings shameful,
Until we change consciousness, I will constantly struggle,
No surrender, no retreat, that's foreign to me.

And before all, after all, the only thing everyone needs is BS, (what) BS,
And before all, after all, the only thing needed is BS, (what) BS.

I still dream of dark clouds passing by,
I still think that one word will change the world,
And on the day when I'm no longer here,
Even then, there's no retreat, no surrender.

Tomorrow, if hot stones fall upon the world,
When the flames grind us all to ashes,
Then I'll ask you what money means to you,
Titles and buildings, all for nothing,
You won't gain respect for cash by cheating the hungry,
Love is only possessed by the one who gives it,
Everything for parents, brothers, wife, and friends,
Falcons in the flock, loyal union members.

Who carve their paths through lightning barricades,
Not following people but their own ideals,
The whole world is on the edge, everyone only cares for themselves,
And we care for the young who fill our halls,
Because when the music dies down, life goes on,
Beogradski Sindikat therefore sends them a message,
Forward with full hearts, clear eyes, sound minds,
No surrender, no retreat, like those who want to be remembered.

I still dream of dark clouds passing by,
I still think that one word will change the world,
And on the day when I'm no longer here,
Even then, there's no retreat, no surrender.

Still awake, I dream,
I still have the same dreams that one day it will be better,
I still go forward, straight through the wind,
Still knees in the mud, ready for one,
The word is still sharp as the first day,
Like a katana drawn from its scabbard – no sharpening needed,
We're still a family, we've put down roots,
We're still on the front lines, we still refuse medals.

We still make moves regardless of the consequences,
We still believe that we can change the world,
We're still guerrillas,
We're still the street army of Belgrade's neighborhoods,
We still hold the fallback position, we hold the lines,
There's still no retreat, no surrender,
The phalanxes still hold, and even when we're gone,
Even then, there's no retreat, no surrender,
I still endure, I still fight.

And I give of myself, as before, my heart and soul and everything needed,
I still dream of my people free as they once were,
I don't know exactly how, but I know exactly that it should be this way,
Because it's a feeling, simple, sincere, and pure,
It came from the heart and always returns like a pearl,
And when illusion leads me astray,
Somewhere the feeling appears, clear as day it awakens me,
My faith in deeds is what I call ideal.

I'm aware of it, so I follow it, it makes me happy,
Devoted, dedicated, as long as I try to change,
All empty, fleeting glances. That's why we leave messages,
That the idea will survive, the concrete blocks will fall,
And the liberated slaves will rise to their feet,
We will create a better world, that's the perspective,
We are the new offensive, our fight is still alive,
Again unjustly accused, I rise to arms.

Against the bad that wanted to destroy my ideas,
Because we've been with them for a long time, many years in battle,
Our bodies are full of wounds, our faces are bruised,
There are no lies and deceit, if I stop and surrender,
May my life end tomorrow, may I be gone, may I disappear,
Because when everyone leaves me now, when they forget me,
From the union lineup, only paper remains,
I will make sure, no matter the cost.

To write for the homeless, I won't give up anymore, enough is enough,
For some new masters, to oppose tomorrow,
I leave our songs, because our time has passed,
So that in the end they sing when it's finally good,
And celebrate their new victories like we once did,
Because one day when I'm gone, one day when I'm gone,
Remember my struggle, remember the BS kings.

I still dream of dark clouds passing by,
I still think that one word will change the world,
And on the day when I'm no longer here,
Even then, there's no retreat, no surrender.

I still dream of dark clouds passing by,
I still think that one word will change the world,
And on the day when I'm no longer here,
Even then, there's no retreat, no surrender.