| - As soon as you open your eyes, you know youre about to start fighting. You look through the window as through prison bars, the freedom is far. Even though you are loyal and fighting on the good side, as soon as you do out on the street, you feel the bitterness of life. The people suffer while the skunk gets richer, I cannot be silent, I wont allow being defeated. -A load falls off the heart like a tear falls on the paper. The only valve is my music, the essence of the Belgrade blues. Do you feel the suffering entangled in each line, do you feel the pain which I use as a motif? After all obstacles and thorny paths, the wounds have healed well. They will not happen again. -I have seen the light clearly and Im moving towards it. I start the avalanche of emotions in search oh happiness, left to myself, guided by my instincts in the world where the stronger eats the weaker as soon as he makes a mistake. You all know how hard it is when its all void. Thats why my crew, my syndicate is my strength! The freedom is so far away, but I dont lose hope as long as the truth is there, between the lines. -As if Ive been dreaming all my life and now Im waking up. This is my country, but these are not my people. They say- you dont have what to look for here, better be still because there is only one serving both as your prosecutor and your judge here. I look at the desecrated cemeteries, they don't even respect the dead. I look at the burnt houses; I look at the burnt churches. They say ... |
