Текст и перевод песни S.A.R.S. - Proleće

Proleće

Jutro je ovde kao pesak sivo
Nebo crno kao najcrnje vino
A sunce bledo je kao mleko
Sreća te čeka negde preko.
Srušili 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
I zgazili nam svaki nadu
Da 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 diše.
U, 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 izgubili 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 tamo 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.
Kraj

Spring

The morning here is gray as sand
The sky black as the blackest wine
And the sun is pale as milk
Happiness awaits you somewhere beyond.
They crushed our dreams
They 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
In 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 cuts me in my chest
Because I don't know what's wrong with people.
Why did they crush our dreams
And trample on every hope
So that no one laughs anymore
In my Belgrade.
In this part of the world
There is no spring and that bothers me
In this crazy time
Staying here is a real miracle.
How to remain honest
In a world of deceivers?
Foam comes to my mouth
From my brain's inability
To eliminate stupidity
It attacks sickness
So my child can
Breathe easier.
Things are bad for us
There is less and less God in us
And evil is growing and growing.
In this part of the world
In this land, in my city
I am slowly losing hope in Belgrade.
Because spring on
My shoulder does not land anymore
We searched for something bigger
And we lost everything that was in our bags.
Love and kindness
Humanity, respect
Faith and wisdom
The state is alarming.
Many long ago
Found a way out
More and more of my friends
Live somewhere far away.
They don't want to watch
The spiritual and moral decline
Bring a smile back to my city.
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.
In this crazy time
Staying here is a real miracle.
In this part of the world
A million problems
System collapse, no solution.
End