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- As soon as you open your eyes, you know
youre about to start fighting. You look
through the window as through prison bars,
the freedom is far. Even though you are loyal
and fighting on the good side, as soon as you
do out on the street, you feel the bitterness
of life. The people suffer while the skunk
gets richer, I cannot be silent, I wont allow
being defeated.
-A load falls off the heart like a tear falls
on the paper. The only valve is my music, the
essence of the Belgrade blues. Do you feel
the suffering entangled in each line, do you
feel the pain which I use as a motif? After
all obstacles and thorny paths, the wounds
have healed well. They will not happen again.
-I have seen the light clearly and Im moving
towards it. I start the avalanche of emotions
in search oh happiness, left to myself,
guided by my instincts in the world where the
stronger eats the weaker as soon as he makes
a mistake. You all know how hard it is when
its all void. Thats why my crew, my syndicate
is my strength! The freedom is so far away,
but I dont lose hope as long as the truth is
there, between the lines.
-As if Ive been dreaming all my life and now
Im waking up. This is my country, but these
are not my people. They say- you dont have
what to look for here, better be still
because there is only one serving both as
your prosecutor and your judge here. I look
at the desecrated cemeteries, they don't even
respect the dead. I look at the burnt houses;
I look at the burnt churches. They say-look
at our strength, we are invincible. I ask- Do
you believe in God! They reply- Force knows
no God. Watch out, spears have been broken on
this field. Serbian Ortodoxy is an
unbreakable religion because the earth fed
it, the mother gave birth to it, the strength
defended it, and the faith guided it!
-No one can know what the wind is whispering.
No one can know what will be brought by the
thunder. The storm is coming, the star falls
above the ghetto. My county- my country is my
fear tonight!
-The year of 2004 goes by, the prisons are
still cramped with my people. The usurpers
are in the ancient country, the strangers
impose laws- the signs of the Devil. The
transporter at the barricade keeps us all at
bay, no sudden movements- let alone to catch
them on camera while they are carousing on
our land. They came out of nowhere to benefit
from our poverty. Who is going to protect us?
My people are still not free.
-The feeling of helplessness hunts us as a
nightmare. And the politicians who came sold
all to the enemies while boasting in the
parliament-as if they were really helpful.
Belgrade doesnt know about the suffering of
those who stayed. Have we, in search of a
better life, become cold over night? The
bells are ringing in panic; a bomb falls on
the monastery. The Serbs, do not let greed
estrange us in our sorrow! We may as well be
dinosaurs, the type that disappears, and we
live in our dream worlds where no one can
defeat us. There is no phrase that could
describe the pain. I still go south, the
blood will tell the story, if necessary.
-No one can know what the wind is whispering.
No one can know what will be brought by the
thunder. The storm is coming, the star falls
above the ghetto. My county- my country is my
fear tonight!
-Freedom is a prison between a bunker and a
sniper. Life is a struggle next to a
transporter in the park. I watch the
movements of the foreigners- this is a trial
to the victims. We need awakening, enough
with the lies and the torture.
-Behind Ibar as a line prison cells are full
of our people. Devils legions work united
here. I recognise people from my block by the
tear in their eye. Those who still can- they
stand upright despite the pain! And the
poison in blood openly calls for the fight!
Their desire to steal all that is ours makes
me wanna spit bitterly.
-When foreigners arrest me, and set the dogs
on me to scare me while Im tied and kept
sleepless, I wont break down, Ill be only
irritated. The Serbs, this land belongs to
us! I yell while I suffer from terrible pain!
-While my land is being grabbed away from me,
the blood-soaked world wants to take and
destroy the bones of my ancestors, the relics
of my saints. I will not allow them! The
surrender is not allowed to all of us because
of our sons! I am waiting at the bridge for
your renewed arrival- Alban no passaran, with
the Serbs or alone! Хвала, Ивана!
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