S.A.R.S. "Proleće" lyrics

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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 naduniko više se ne smeje u mom Beogradu.

U ovom delu sveta proleća nema i to mi smetau ovo vreme ludo ostati ovde je pravo čudo

Gorak je ukus u ustima i snage nemam u prstimaseče me nešto u grudima jer ne znam šta je to sa ljudimazašto 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 ustaod 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 višeu ovom delu sveta, u ovoj zemlji, u mome gradupolako 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 tako daleko,neće da gledaju duhovno-moralni pad vratite osmeh u moj grad.

U ovom delu sveta proleća nema i to mi smetau ovom delu sveta proleća nema i to mi smetau ovom delu sveta proleća nema i to mi smetau ovo vreme ludo ostati ovde je pravo čudou ovom delu sveta milion problema raspad sistema i to mi smeta

Spring

Morning here is gray as a sandsky is black like the blackest wine,and sun is pale like a milkhappiness awaits for you somewhere across.No one in my Belgrade smiles anymore.

In this part of the world there's no spring and that bothers me.In this crazy time staying here is the real wonder.

Bitter is the taste in mouth and there is no strength in my fingerssomething cuts me in my chest for i don't know what's wrong with people.Why did they destroy our dreams, stomped on our every hope,when no one smiles in my Belgrade anymore.

In this part of the world there's no spring and that bothers me.In this crazy time staying here is the real wonder.

How to remain honorable in the world of swindlers, my mouth foams because of powerlessness to eliminate stupidity, swoops on the sickness, If my child could breathe easier, this can't be good,There's less and less god in us, evil more and moreIn this part of the world, in this land, in my cityi'm slowly losing the hope in my Belgrade.

For the spring does not land on my shoulder anymore,we searched for something greater, and lost all from our bags,love and kindness, humanity, respect,faith and wisdom it's alarming state,long time ago many have found the exit across,they won't look spiritually-moral fall, return smile to my city.

In this part of the world there's no spring and that bothers me,In this part of the world there's no spring and that bothers me,In this part of the world there's no spring and that bothers me.In this crazy time staying here is the real wonder.In this part of the world million of problems, system breakdown, and that bothers me.

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