Paroles et traduction Beogradski Sindikat - Oni Su

Oni Su

Ovo nimalo nije politi? ki korektno
Ni levo ni desno, ve? pravo u meso.
Pesnajom u vugla da ostanu bez zuba
Da frfljaju u Skup? tini kad raspravlja se Ustav.
Ovo je buna protiv dahija, ovo je kidanje bukagija,
Ovde nemate kontrolu, to je masovna reakcija.
Brzo budi premijera,? ujem zveckaju lisice:
Postroj mi sve ministre! Klju? eve od riznice!
Ajmo, raport za narod, da? ujem ko je krao,
Sjeb'o nam? ivote, a nije odgovar'o.
Sad ste se u? emili, pa nema revan? izma,
To je kodeks lopova, niko ne? e da prizna.
A ljudi slabo pamte, to je ovde glavni problem
Ko te jeb'o godinama, jeba? e te opet.
Al' zapitaj se: Dokle? Kakav si to? ovek?
Ponizan i pla? ljiv,? ivi? bez slobode,
Dovoljne su mrvice da odrekne? se borbe.
Jajare, funjare - zarazna bolest,
Prodali bi kevu da u tome vide korist,
Pla? amo ra? une na kojim je va? potpis.
Ne treba nam BIA da mi ka? e da sam po? ten,
Niti radikali da li Srbin sam uop? te.
Ne treba demagog da me s govornice zove, da borim se za bolje
Mi znamo? to smo ovde!

Ref: Oni su sistem, instrukcija,
Dogma, korupcija,
Teror institucija,
Represija ubija!
Mafija - murija,
Dr? ava - hajdu? ija,
Kadija - sudija,
A mi smo revolucija!
Oni su sistem, instrukcija,

Dogma, korupcija,
Teror institucija,
Represija ubija!
Mafija - murija,
Dr? ava - hajdu? ija,
A mi smo revolucija!
To nije na? a Srbija!

Zajebi dijalog, ne pregovaram s bagrom,
Vi la? ete ko stoka, eno? tala vam je tamo.
Strana? ki vojnici, bolje palite u zaklon,
Zaklju? a? emo grad dok ne o? istimo talog.

I nek bude jasno svakom s poslani? kom platom,
Ko nastavi po starom, plati? e nam glavom.
Patriote pred izbore stoput su nas izdale,
Slali nas u ratove za svoj li? ni interes.
Dok ikone su pevale, majke su naricale,
Na krvavim parama institucije su nicale.
Realnost sve je skuplja, a gudra sve jeftinija,
? Uto kao? tampa kojom upravlja policija.
Crno-bela Srbija, nesloga je ubija,
Na putu ka Evropi u govnima zavr? ila.
Zar bombom da ka? em da ta pri? a mi se smu? ila?
Na sednice da upadam i taoce da uzimam?
Zar vas istorija na? a nije ba? ni? ta nau? ila?
Sami smo sebi poput najve? ih du? mana.
Ovo je otvorena poruka svim najgorim nju? kama,
Za sva va? a dela presudi? e vam ulica!

Ref:

U amanet svima, da ne ponovi se nikad,
Generacije da pate za dobrobit re? ima,
Zapamtite zauvek: SVI ZAJEDNO ko jedan,
Samo ZDRAVI U GLAVI protiv sistema!

They Are

This isn't politically correct at all,
Neither left nor right, but straight to the point.
With a song to the jaw, leaving them toothless,
So they mumble in Parliament when the Constitution is debated.
This is a rebellion against the oppressors, a tearing down of the shackles,
You have no control here, this is a mass reaction.
Quickly wake up the Prime Minister, I hear the handcuffs rattling:
Line up all the ministers! Keys to the treasury!
Come on, report to the people, let's hear who stole,
Ruined our lives, and didn't answer for it.
Now you're scared, so there's no revenge,
That's the thieves' code, no one will confess.
And people have short memories, that's the main problem here,
Whoever screwed you for years will screw you again.
But ask yourself: How long? What kind of person are you?
Humiliated and fearful, living without freedom,
Just some crumbs are enough for you to give up the fight.
Scumbags, cowards - a contagious disease,
They'd sell their mothers if they saw a profit in it,
We pay the bills with your signature on them.
We don't need the BIA to tell me I'm honest,
Nor the Radicals to tell me if I'm even a Serb.
We don't need a demagogue to call us from the podium to fight for better,
We know why we're here!

Chorus: They are the system, instruction,
Dogma, corruption,
Terror of institutions,
Repression kills!
Mafia - cops,
State - bandits,
Judge - executioner,
And we are the revolution!
They are the system, instruction,

Dogma, corruption,
Terror of institutions,
Repression kills!
Mafia - cops,
State - bandits,
And we are the revolution!
This is not our Serbia!

Forget dialogue, I don't negotiate with scum,
You lie like cattle, your barn is over there.
Party soldiers, better take cover,
We'll lock down the city until we clean out the dregs.

And let it be clear to everyone with a messenger's salary,
Whoever continues the old ways will pay with their head.
Patriots before elections have betrayed us a hundred times,
Sent us to wars for their own personal gain.
While icons sang, mothers cried,
Institutions arose on bloody money.
Reality is getting more expensive, and drugs are getting cheaper,
The press is like a whore controlled by the police.
Black and white Serbia, discord is killing it,
On the way to Europe, it ended up in shit.
Do I have to say with a bomb that I'm sick of this story?
Do I have to break into meetings and take hostages?
Hasn't our history taught you anything at all?
We are our own worst enemies.
This is an open message to all the worst snitches,
For all your deeds, the street will judge you!

Chorus:

As a legacy to everyone, so that it never happens again,
Generations should not suffer for the benefit of words,
Remember forever: ALL TOGETHER as one,
Only SANE IN THE HEAD against the system!