Beogradski Sindikat "Zajebi" testo

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Zajebi

Refren:Utoke zajebi, nozeve zajebi,Ulice se kloni, okreni se sebi!Tvorza zajebi, koji ce to tebi,imas samo jedan zivot -- to je jedino sto vredi!

U gradu je sranje, svi se samo kolju,to sto bilo je u topuzu sad je u pistolju.I nozeva k'o kise, klinci bodu klince,posto nema perspektive, medju sobom traze krivce.Kad mu daju preko gudre svi izgube zivce,vikendom u klubu uvek nekom sjebu lice.A sta tu radi murija?! -- Ona brani sistem,a sistem nam je i kriv sto je citulja sve vise!Oni kazu demokratija, al' kad pridjes blize,videces torturu koja svima lomi kicme.U vazduhu tenzija, ne mogu da disem,ali ne treba mi utoka, vec olovka da pisem.Stari il' Novi, Beograd sve je gori,na ulici, u skoli, gudra „na izvoli".Klanovi-idoli, da se ponose mentoli,koji misle da je zivot samo bljesak u sezoni.

Refren:Utoke zajebi, nozeve zajebi,Ulice se kloni, okreni se sebi!Tvorza zajebi, koji ce to tebi,imas samo jedan zivot -- to je jedino sto vredi!

Jedni na utoke se loze, jedni sve da bodu nozem,jedni boksere da nose, al' sve to izadje na lose.Al' gde je Ljuba, gde su m*** i vremena druga,kad je par masnaja, nos, arkada, bio ishod tuca?Sad smo upali u serije, novinske pune su kolone,svakog dana u mesecu, ovde ubijen, ovde izboden.Klinci lako dodju gde ne cene dobrotu,batine sipaju k'o vodu, ljudi kunu u slobodu.A jos ko juce ispod klupe, rizle, pljuge i ket vutre,sada ostale su crte, nekad bele, nekad zute.Nemoj biti glup da ne vidis kraj puta,slucaj surov, sutra, gudra, siguran krajputas.Grupe svuda, niko budan, jaki, smeli, sve bi hteli,zajebi sto ne bi neko da uradi tebi.Savrsenstvu stremi, ljubavi u sebi,znanje, surovi trening, zivot jedini sto vredi.

Refren:Utoke zajebi, nozeve zajebi,Ulice se kloni, okreni se sebi!Tvorza zajebi, koji ce to tebi,imas samo jedan zivot -- to je jedino sto vredi!

Doba pravih heroja i vrednosti prosla su,zadnja su vremena, klinci su u haosu.Kupe brzu patiku, uckur zategnu,namrste facu i spremni su za ulicu.Odmah gaze po gasu, zure sve da probaju,gaze punu liniju, sve da se ubrzaju.Brzo stope se u masu, jer snaga je u broju,nema ideala, pa zbog gluposti se kolju.Misle da su m*** ako zavalja se gudra,za sitnu lovu, sitna dusa, ne brine za sutra,pusta da mu druga u smrt vuce struja,stoji i gleda dok svi tonu oko njega.Sve je postalo moda, ovo su djavolja posla,vise nije bitna istina, vec kol'ko nesto kosta.Ugasi taj program dok ne isperu ti mozak,misli svojom glavom to je prava sloboda.

Refren:Utoke zajebi, nozeve zajebi,Ulice se kloni, okreni se sebi!Tvorza zajebi, koji ce to tebi,imas samo jedan zivot -- to je jedino sto vredi!

Fuck it

Fuck guns, fuck knives,Stay away from the streets, turn to yourselfFuck prison, why would you need itYou only have one life-that's the only thing that matters!

It's shit in the city, everyone is fightingWhat was in the mace is now in the gunIt's raining knives, youngsters stab youngstersBecause there's no perspective, they look for culprits among themselvesWhen they give him drugs everyone loses their mindsIn the club at the weekends they always fuck up someone's faceAnd what do the police do?! They defend the systemBut it's the systems fault for all these obituaries!They say it's democracy, but when you look deeperYou'll see spine-breaking tortureThere's tension in the air, I can't breatheBut I don't need a gun, I need a pencil to writeOld or New, Belgrade's getting worseOn the streets, at school, drugs are everywhereClans and idols, to make idiots proudThey think life is just a flash in the season

Fuck guns, fuck knives,Stay away from the streets, turn to yourselfFuck prison, why would you need itYou only have one life-that's the only thing that matters!

Some are addicted to guns, others stab everyone with knivesSome wear brass knuckles, but all that turns out badBut where's Ljuba, where are balls and the timesWhen a few bruises, a broken nose, a broken temple were the consequences of fights?Now we made it into series, the news are full of reportsevery day of the month, one's murdered, one's stabbedYoungsters come easily where kindness isn't appreciatedthey throw punches like water, the people curse freedomAnd like it was yesterday under the bench are cigars, cigarettes and weedNow there are lines, sometimes white, sometimes yellowDon't be so stupid and not see the road's enda cruel case tomorrow, drugs, surely a grave by the roadGroups everywhere, no one's awake, tough, brave, they want it allFuck everything you wouldn't like to happen to youStrive for perfection, self-love,knowledge, a cruel training, for a worthy life.

Fuck guns, fuck knives,Stay away from the streets, turn to yourselfFuck prison, why would you need itYou only have one life-that's the only thing that matters!

The times of real heroes and values are gone,these days, the kids are in chaosThey buy cool sneakers, put on a hood,make a mean face and they're ready for the streetsThey go on full speed, rush to try everythingstep over a full line, just to go fasterThey fit into the mass, because strength is in the numbersThere are no ideals, so they fight for no reasonThey think they're tough if they roll up some drugsFor a small pay, a small soul, there's no worrying about tomorrowHe lets the current lead his friend into deathhe stands and watches everyone as they sinkEverything became a fashion, this is devil's workthe truth isn't important, but the cost of things isTurn off that channel before it brainwashes youThink with your head, that's real freedom

Fuck guns, fuck knives,Stay away from the streets, turn to yourselfFuck prison, why would you need itYou only have one life-that's the only thing that matters!

Qui è possibile trovare il testo della canzone Zajebi di Beogradski Sindikat. O il testo della poesie Zajebi. Beogradski Sindikat Zajebi testo.