Paroles et traduction S.A.R.S. feat. JP Straight Jackin - Proleće

Proleće

Jutro je ovde kao pesak sivo,
Nebo crno kao najcrnje vino,
A sunce bledo je kao mleko,
Sreća te čeka negde preko.
Srusili su naše snove, zgazili su svaku nadu
Niko više se ne smeje u mom Beogradu.
U ovom delu sveta proleća nema i to mi smeta
U ovo vreme ludo ostati ovde je pravo čudo.
Gorak je ukus u ustima i snage nemam u prstima
Seče me nešto u grudima jer ne znam šta je to sa ljudima
Zašto srušili su naše snove, zgazili nam svaku nadu,
Kad niko više se ne smeje u mom Beogradu.
U ovom delu sveta proleća nema i to mi smeta,
U ovo vreme ludo ostati ovde je pravo čudo.
Kako ostati častan u svetu prevaranata, ide mi pena na usta
Od nemoći mozga da eliminiše glupost, na bolest kidiše,
Da moje dete može lakše da duše, uuu loše nam se piše,
Boga u nama sve je manje, a zla sve je više i više
U ovom delu sveta, u ovoj zemlji, u mome gradu
Polako gubim nadu u Beogradu,
Zato što proleće na moje rame više ne sleće,
Tražili smo nešto veće, a izgbuili smo sve iz vreće,
Ljubav i dobrotu, ljudskost, poštovanje,
Veru i mudrost alarmantno je stanje,
Mnogi već davno nađoše izlaz preko,
Sve više mojih prijatelja živi negde tako daleko,
Neće da gledaju duhovno-moralni pad vratite osmeh u moj grad.
U ovom delu sveta proleća nema i to mi smeta
U ovom delu sveta proleća nema i to mi smeta
U ovom delu sveta proleća nema i to mi smeta
U ovo vreme ludo ostati ovde je pravo čudo
U ovom delu sveta milion problema raspad sistema nema rešenja

Spring

The morning here is as gray as sand,
The sky is black as the blackest wine,
And the sun is pale as milk,
Happiness awaits you somewhere across the way.
They have crushed our dreams, trampled on every hope
No one laughs anymore in my Belgrade.
In this part of the world there is no spring, and that bothers me
At this crazy time, staying here is a real miracle.
The taste in my mouth is bitter, and I have no strength in my fingers
Something is cutting me in my chest because I don't know what's wrong with people
Why have they crushed our dreams, and trampled on every hope,
When no one laughs anymore in my Belgrade.
In this part of the world there is no spring, and that bothers me
At this crazy time, staying here is a real miracle.
How can I remain honest in a world of deceivers, I get furious
From the inability of the brain to eliminate stupidity, attacking the disease
So that my child can breathe easier, oh boy, things will be bad
There is less and less of God in us every day, while evil is growing more and more
In this part of the world, in this country, in my city
I am slowly losing hope in Belgrade,
Because spring no longer alights on my shoulder,
We were looking for something more, but we have lost everything
Love and kindness, humanity, respect,
The state of faith and wisdom is alarming
Many have long since found a way out
More and more of my friends live so far away
They do not want to watch the spiritual and moral collapse
In this part of the world there is no spring, and that bothers me
In this part of the world there is no spring, and that bothers me
In this part of the world there is no spring, and that bothers me
At this crazy time, staying here is a real miracle
In this part of the world, a million problems, system collapse, no solutions