http://lyricstranslate.com/en/nema-povla%C4%8Denja-nema-predaje-no-retreat-no-surrender.html#ixzz4zkS2cIvyNo 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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