Beogradski Sindikat "Nema povlačenja, nema predaje" lyrics

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Nema povlačenja, nema predaje

Pozdravljam život, jer sam shvatio suštinu,da nisu bitne stvari, već šta ostavljaš za druge.Da samo zdrave glave možeš ostati još duže,iskren prema sebi, besmrtan zauvek.Jer kad niko neće, rodi se ideja --od temelja sve je trulo, mora da se menja.I to je moja želja, da sva nova pokolenja,plove pravim putem, lakša za tonu poniženja.Nisam Dositej, ja tribun sam iz geta,nisam čit'o mnogo, ali jesam kol'ko treba.I sad nekom smeta što nisam prljav i bedan,umem udarce da vratim i dodam im još jedan.Pa nazad na početak, jer ovde sve je stalo,ovde laži su realnost, okruženje sramno.Dok ne promenimo svest, ja cimaću se stalno,nema predaje, povlačenja, za mene to je strano.I pre svega, posle svega, jedino što svima treba -- BS, BS!I pre svega, posle svega, jedino što treba to je -- BS, BS!

Refren:Još uvek sanjam mračne oblake da prolaze,još uvek mislim kako jedna reč promeniće svet!I onog dana kada mene više ne bude,ni tada nema povlačenja, nema predaje!

Sutra na svet ako padne vreo kamen,kad u pepeo nas sve bude mleo plamen,tad ću te pitati šta ti znače pare,titule i zgrade, sve je to za džabe.Nećeš steći poštovanje za keš varajući gladne,ljubavi ima samo onaj ko je daje.Sve za roditelje, braću, ženu i drugare,sokole u jatu, verne sindikalce.Što krče svoje trase kroz munje barikade,ne prateći ljude nego svoje ideale.Ceo svet je na ivici, svi samo sebe paze,a mi pazimo i mlade koji pune naše sale.Jer muzika kad zamre život teče dalje,Beogradski sindikat zato poruku im šalje,Napred puna srca, bistrog oka, zdrave glave!Nema predaje, povlačenja, k'o hoće da ga pamte!

Refren

Još uvek budan sanjam,još uvek imam iste one snove da jednom biće bolje.Još uvek idem napred, pravo kroz vetar,još uvek kolena u blatu, spreman na jedan.Još uvek je reč oštra kao prvog dana,k'o katana izvučena iz korice - ne treba oštrenje.Još uvek smo porodica, pustili smo korenje.Još uvek smo na frontu, još uvek odbijamo ordenje.Još uvek vučemo poteze bez obzira na posledice,još uvek verujemo da možemo da promenimo svet.Još uvek smo gerila,još uvek smo ulična armija beogradskih čaršija.Još uvek držimo odstupnicu, držimo redove,još uvek nema povlačenja, nema predaje.Još uvek drže se falange, a i kada nas ne bude,ni tada nema povlačenja, nema predaje.

Još uvek trajem, još uvek se borim,i dajem od sebe, k'o pre, i srce i dušu i sve što treba.I dalje sanjam moje ljude slobodne k'o nekad,ne znam tačno kako, ali tačno znam da tako treba.Jer to je osećaj: jednostavan, ikren i čist,on je potek'o iz srca i uvek vrati se k'o bis.I kad privid me povede da sa puta greškom skrenem,negde osećaj se javi, jasan kao dan me prene.Moja vera u dela je to što zovem Ideal,nje sam svestan pa je pratim, ona čini da sam srećan,da sam posvećen, predan, sve dok se trudim da menjam,sve prazne, prolazne poglede. Zato ostavljamo poruke,da ideja će opstati, pašće betonski blokovi,i na noge će se podići oslobođeni robovi.Mi stvorićemo bolji svet, to je perspektiva,mi smo nova ofanziva, naša borba je živa i dalje!

Opet nepravedno optužen dižem se na oružje,na loše što htedoše ideje da mi poruše.Jer s' njima smo već dugo, mnogo godina u borbi,po telu smo puni rana, po licu smo modri.Nema laži i prevare. Ako stanem i predam se,nek' mi život sutra prestane, nek' me nema, neka nestanem.Jer kad mene svi sad ostave, na mene kad zaborave,od sindikalne postave još samo papir ostane,ja ću da se postaram, kol'ko go da košta me,da napišem za klošare, ne dam više, dosta je.Za neke nove majstore, da sutra se suprotstave,naše pesme ostavljam, jer naše vreme prošlo je.Da na kraju zapevaju kad konačno dobro je,i svoje nove pobede k'o mi nekad proslave.Jer jednog dana kada odem, jednog dana kada odem ja,setite se moje borbe, setite se BS kraljeva!

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No retreat, no surrender

I salute to life, for I realized the essence

that things are not important, but what you leave to others.

That only with your head being clear you can stay more longer

true to yourself, immortal forever.

Because when nobody wants, an idea appears -

Everything is rotten from its foundation, it has to change.

And that is my wish, that all new generations,

sail down the right road, lighter for a ton of humiliations.

I am not Dositej, I am tribune from ghetto,

I haven't read a lot, but I read as much as needed.

And now someone is bothered because I am not dirty and poor,

because I have punches to give back and add one more.

Well, back to the beginning because everything has stopped here,

lies are reality here, disgraceful environment.

Until we change our consciousness, I'll be trying all the time,

no surrender, no retreat, I don't know what those mean.

And before everything, and after everything, the only thing everybody need - BS!

And before everything, and after everything, the only thing everybody need - BS!

Refrain:

I still dream about dark clouds going away,

I still think that one word will change the world!

And in the day when I won't exist anymore,

even then there is no retreat, no surrender!

If tomorrow a hot stone would fell down the earth,

when flame starts mincing us all into ashes,

then I will ask you what money means to you,

titles and buildings, it was all for nothing.

You won't buy respect for cash by lying to the poor,

love has only the one who is giving it.

Everything for parents, brothers, wife and friends,

falcons in the flock, loyal syndicates

Who make their own path trough lightnings barricades,

not following people but their own ideals.

Whole world is on the edge, everyone watch only after themselves,

and we take care on youth that fill our halls, too.

Because when music dies, life goes on

that's why Belgrade syndicate sends them a message,

Go on with with full hearth, bright eye, clear head!

There is no surrender, retreat, for those who want to stay remembered!

Refrain

I still dream awake,

I still have those same dreams that once it will be better.

I still go forward, straight trough the wind,

still in the mud up until my knees, ready on one.

Still the word is sharp as it was on the first day,

like katana pulled out from it's sheath - no need to sharp.

We are still a family, we let our roots grow.

We are still in front, we still refuse medals.

We still make moves no matter the consequences,

we still believe that we can change the world.

We are still guerrilla,

We are still street army of Belgrade's downtown.

We still hold the retreat, we keep our lines,

Still there is no retreat, there is no surrender.

There are still phalanxes, and even when we are gone,

Even then there is no retreat, there is no surrender.

I still exist, I still fight,

and I give my best, as before, and heart and soul, and all that is needed.

And I keep on dreaming my men free as before,

I don't know exactly how, but I know it is exactly the way it is supposed to be.

Because that's the feeling: simple, honest and pure,

it run from the heart and always comes back as an encore.

And when illusion makes me to go off the road by mistake,

a feeling appears somewhere, clear as a day awakes me.

My faith in deeds is what I call Ideal,

I am aware of it (faith) and that's why I follow it, it makes me happy,

committed, devoted, until I try to change,

all empty, perishable glances.

That's why we leave messages that idea will survive,

concrete blocks will fall down

and freed slaves will raise on their feet.

We will create a better world, that is perspective,

we are new offensive, our battle is still alive!

Again unjustly accused, I am taking my weapons

on the bad ones who wanted to crush my ideas.

Because with them we are already long, many years in fight,

we are full of wounds on our bodies, and have bruises on our faces.

There are no lies and deceit.

If I stop and surrender, let my life end tomorrow,

let me be gone, let me disappear.

Because when everybody leave me now, when they forget about me,

when from syndicate band only a paper remains,

I will take care, no matter the cost,

to write for bums, I've had it enough, no more.

For some new great guys, who will fight back tomorrow,

I leave our songs, because our time is gone.

To start singing at the end, when finally all is good,

and their new victories celebrate like we used to.

Because one day when I am gone, one day when I am gone,

remember my fight, remember BS kings!

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