Beogradski Sindikat "Svedok" lyrics

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Svedok

‘Teo bi svaki da ima zivot ovaki,da bude kriminalac, Porse, Kavasaki.Ovo pravi je gangsteraj, opusti se i pevaj,odrast’o na ulici, gde je vazda bio belaj.Poc’o sam u Svabiji — selidbe, moleraj,„baustel” sa Turcima, kuntao sa Kurdima.Dos’o sam iz Pickovca kog nema ni na mapi,na Zapadu naucio sta je zivot pravi.Ovde sam se slifovao, ispek’o sam zanat,rekao sam sebi: Ma uspecu ja garant.Nas’o bolju sljaku, malo radio „na kvaku”,nisam bir’o klijentelu, prim’o svaku stranku.Gilipteri me navukli, kad sam otis’o za Frankfurt,da s’ carapom na glavi vozim ih u banku.Tu sam malo odrobi’o, jebiga, klinac sam bio,iznabad’o svakog ko bi me proziv’o.To sam radio za primer, da stekao bi’ ime,jer rekli su mi stariji da tako to ide.Kad izas’o sam „vani” iz Sluzbe su me zvali,da obavim neki poslic, novi pasos su mi dali.Ja gledam moja slika, ali pise drugo ime.Nista nisu rekli samo gde treba da idem.Iz Hamburga sam trajektom otis’o za Stokholm,Cetnike i Ustase — sve sam ih izrok’o.Rekli mi: Zadrzi sve ono sto si pokr’o.Nocu diskoteke, trosio sam mnogo.Skupilo se drustvo, svi iz bivse Juge,tamo besneo je rat, a mi svi zlatne cuke.Tad’ se raspala i Sluzba, ali ne i nasa druzba,tamo dole sankcije, a nama ovde zurka.

Refren:Svi znaju ko sam ja, da sam dosao sa dna,i zato grabim sve sto mogu, jer mi pripada.Ma znaju ko sam ja, Sluzba, Vojska, Murija,i zato grabim sve sto mogu, jer mi pripada.

Presli „via Zürich” sve do Azurne obale,„Kartijeove” zlatare mnogo nam se dopale.Za oko su nam zapale prebogate strankinje,sve su redom htele da probaju muskarcine.Mi svi mladi, sportisti, tetovaze, oziljci,duge kose nosili, nismo im oprostili.Posle ih orobili pa za franke podvodili,sve smo redom drzali, ne pitaj me rođeni.I da ne verujes, tako mi u Ricu nešto klopali,usred zalogaja zvonim, umalo da se zadavim.Vidim +381, mozda majka me treba,il’ neko od mojih sa sela, ko me zove u sred jela?Kad neki nepoznat glas kaze: Znas ti ko je ovde,ti se tu zajebavas, dok se nasi ovde bore,brzo pakuj torbe, jos sutra da si ovde,nemoj da nam vrdas, da ne pravimo problem.Znao sam ja ko je, spakov’o se brze bolje,ma ima 15 godina da nisam bio dole.Taman sam se ponadao da videcu moje,kad ono malo morgen, eto mene u sred Bosne.Sa cinom i ekipom, blindiranim dzipom,sve po naredjenju, ja nista nisam pit’o.Nista nisam pip’o, sem malo bele tehnike,kojekakvih kuraca smo trpali na slepere.Kad sam dos’o u Beograd sve sam mrko gled’o,sve te gradske mangupcice za cas sam poredj’o.Hohstaplercice i sline, sto tu mi nesto glume,a moze vrana sa zemlje u dupe da im kljune.I nije bilo tesko da sve im lepo uzmem,takav je moj zivot, ja drugacije ne umem.

Refren:I ceo grad me zna, kao da sam s’ asfalta,i neka misle svi da teska sam seljacina.Jer ceo grad me zna, pevaljka, manekenka,i svaka kaze da sam ljakse, al’ mi ipak da.

Ovaj grad i zemlju ja nikad nisam voleo,ovde sam ziveo samo zato sto sam morao.Ovde sve je na prodaju, e vidis to mi se dopalo,za bas male pare kupis sve ono što je propalo.I firme i ljude, stek’o sam i ugled,prijemi, parade, kokteli, ambasade.Placao sam stranke, i ovakve i onakve,bilborde, reklame, turneje, kampanje.Pevale mi razne, one estradne i gradske,sto misle da sam ljakse, al’ za kintu sve rade.Sazidao par crkava da malo smirim savest,posle svega sto sam prosao nocu tesko zaspim.A preko dana naspem, tu i tamo i povucem,samo malo da se sredim, nisam ja navucen.Nego svasta cujem, i sta treba i sta ne treba,kriminal i politika, e u tome ti je nevolja.

Ove sto sam izdrzav’o, sad im postalo malo,a mnogo ih je plasilo sto o njima sve sam znao.Pokrenula se istraga o mome poslovanju,trazili me, al’ me nisu nasli na imanju.Ja ih nisam cek’o, al’ nisam otis’o daleko,vec dole na primorje, gde ruka ruku miluje.Tu nema ekstradicije, il’ kako se to kaze,ovde sam slobodan k’o galeb, mogu do sutra da me traze.I tako, ja i moji jataci sedeli na obali,smejali se, pricali, neke jastoge klopali,i da ne verujes rodjeni, ponovo zvoni mi mobilni,stari dobri glas sto me godinama progoni.

Kaze: Opet smo te pronasli, od nas neces pobeci,biraj sta ti draze, saradnik il’ pokojnik?Presece me zivog, ovo nisam ocekiv’o,nije bilo lako da napravim izbor.

Al’ jbg sta ces svakom svoje dupe milo,

spakov’o se,klisnuo,na sudu sve sam priznao,

i stare drugare,sve sam redom izdao,

ocekiv’o najgore,da ovaj put sam riknuo,

al ponovo me zivot na srecu iznenadio,

desilo se ono,cemu nisam se ni nadao,

cista proslost,cista savest,nemam zasto da se kajem,

dobro je da ovde ljudi stvarno slabo pamte,

Imam novi ugovor,i nekim drugima sad dajem,

i kol’ko vidim rodjeni,jos dugo cu da trajem.

I svako dete zna,ceo svet pod nogama,

a ti se pitas kako,sta si duso mislila,

i svako dete zna,ceo svet pod nogama,

a ja se pitam,kol’ko kosta Srbija??

Witness

Every guy would want to have life like thisto be criminal, to have a Porsche, a KawasakiThis is a real gang hood, just relax and singI grew up on the streets, where has always been a messI started in Germany - moving, painting(1)Baustel(2) with Turks, slept with Kurds(3)I came form pussy land(4) that can't be found on the mapon the west I've learned what's the real lifeI've honed myself here, I've baked the craftI told myself: I will succeed for sureFound a better job, worked "on the door knob"(5)I wasn't choosing clients, accepted every partyGeliebter(6) pulled me in, when I went to Frankfurtto drive them into the bank with a sock on my headI served some time there, fuck it, I was a kidstabbed anyone who would fuck with meI did that for example, to become someonebecause I heard from the older that that's how it goesWhen i got out, from Service(7) I was calledto do some small work, they gave me new passportIt had my picture but the name wasn't mineThey said nothing, just where to goFrom Hamburg with ferry to StockholmChetniks and ustashes(8) - killed all of themThey told me: keep everything you had stolenAt night discos, I was spending a lotThe crew gathered, all from ex-Yuthe war was raging there, and we all were golden headsThen also the Service fell apart, but not our crewDown there sanctions, and to us here is a party

RefEveryone knows who I am, that I came from from the bottom,and so I grab everything I can, because it belongs to meyea, they all know who I am, Service, Military, Policeso I grab everything I can, because it belongs to me

We crossed "via Zürich” all to Azure shoreCartier jewelries , we liked them a lotRich foreign women fell into our eyes(9)They all wanted to try out the macho guysAll of us young, sportsmen, tattoos, scarslong hairs they had, we didn't forgive themWe robbed them later and for franks we pimped themwe kept them all, don't ask me bro'And you wouldn't believe, we were eating something in RicIn the middle of the bite my phone rang, I almost chokedI see +381(10), maybe my mother needs meOr someone from my family from the country, who calls me in the middle of the meal?But some unknown voice says: Do you know who is thisYou're fucking around there, while ours are fighting herePack your bags at once, and be here tomorrowDon't try to run away from us, and we won't make a problemI knew who it was, packed my bags as fast as possibleit was a 15 years since I've been thereI really hoped to see my familyBut that didn't happen, I was in the middle of BosniaWith a rank and my crew, and armed JeepEverything like it was ordered, I didn't ask anythingI didn't touch anything, just some white technologyall kinds of crap we put in the trucksWhen I arrived in Belgrade I looked at everyone with despiseAll those idiots from town, I have put them in orderpunks and slime(reffering to people), that are acting smart aroundand a crow from ground can peck them in the assAnd it wasn't hard to take everything from them smoothly,that's the life, I'm not able to do it differently

RefAnd the whole city knows meAnd let them think I'm a hardcore peasantBecause the whole city knows me, a (girl) singer, a modelAnd each one of them thinks I'm a peasant(11), but they all give me (sex)

This town and city I've never lovedI lived here only because I had toHere is everything for sale, you see, that's what I likedfor really small amount of money you buy everything that failedCompanies and people, I gained reputationreceptions, parades, cocktails, embassies.I've payed for parties, these and thosebillboards, advertisements, tours, campaignsAll sort of girls sang to me, folk and estrade music(12)and all of them think I'm a peasant, but for the money they would do anythingI built a few churches calm my conscienceafter all I've been trough I sleep hard at nightAnd during the daytime, I pour a bit,here and there I inhale some drugsJust to get myself together a bit, I'm not a junkieAnyway, I hear all sorts of thing, once I should and once I shouldn'tcriminal and politics, and that's the trouble

Those I supported, it wasn't enough for themand it scared them a lot what I knew about themThere was an investigation about my businessthey searched for me, but they didn't find my on my estateI didn't wait for them, but I didn't went too farjust down on the coast, where I scratch your back and you scratch minethere isn't any extradition, or whatever it's calledhere I'm free as a seagull, they can search me as much as they want toAnd so, me and my pals were sitting on the coastlaughing, talking, and eating some lobstersand you wouldn't believe it man, my phone rang againgood old voice that's been haunting me for years

It says: We found you again, you won't run away from uschoose what you like better, associate or deceased?It scared the crap out of me, I didn't expect thatit wasn't an easy choice

But, what can you do, everybody looks up on his own ass

I got by bags packed, left, and admitted everything on the court

and old pals, I betrayed them all

expected the worse, that this time I'm dead

but luckily, my life surprised me again

the unexpected happened

clean past, clean conscience, nothing to regret about

it's good that people don't memorize things well here

I got a new contract, and I'm giving to some other people now

and as I can see now man, I'll last for a long time

And every kid knows, whole world under the feet

and you're asking yourself, what did you meant honey,

and every kid knows, whole world under the feet

and I'm asking myself, how much Serbia costs?

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