Текст песни Beogradski Sindikat - Kasno je

IT'S LATE

At least this life has thrown me to my knees,
others would hurt, mine resisted,
got up and continued, the street was burning,
three hundred burns, life imprisonment.
I wiped my tears because she didn't love me,
avlija damn, the sadness is immense,
her pockets were full, in the heart of the poor,
that's why almost every ghetto fish turned me down.
Pillars in the back, there were hundreds of them,
The BG jungle does wonders as an animal itself,
that's why I'm on the mark after all these years,
I am driven by a rapie, I don't need a change.
I need my team as big as a bunch,
I am nothing myself, I break with them, I win every battle.
But after the victories, we have no order,
awards and greetings, at the gutters.
All we need is knowledge,
that the BS cell survived, resisted,
that's why crap I don't hear melancholy,
she would not grunt, knock her down on her knees.
Maybe it's too late for me on Tuesdays,
but where one fell there were born hundreds,
who survives the stories, the voice breaks,
there are more and more of us, the street beckons us.

Chorus:
I can't myself because it's too late,
I change others because it is important,
that if they stumble, they fall, they accidentally stop somewhere,
they don't make the same mistake.

I was taught by both my father and mother,
to give a man a hand when he opens the door for me,
to wish "Hello" before every other comment,
to look everything in the eyes, not gossip behind my back.
That is not the price now, there is no money from upbringing,
it is not photogenic like the scandal.
Hard to pack, hard to roll,
BS puts it in songs and gives it to you.
Because we are the guard of the city, old to change,
the connection of this madness with glorious times,
ready to tread on thorns to direct you,
to a better world, our children, to inherit it.
I can't even bring friendship to the grave to the grave,
but I can pass the saga to my son,
about a union with warriors in war,
about nights with song, the struggle for reason by day.

chorus

It's too late to change, I'm already aware of that,
I live for others when I don't know it for myself.
What about myself, like an angry dog, I'm tied up,
I am cursed to feel all the tears of this world.
I smile a smile on my face, and an eternal seta in my heart.
The street is pulling at me, which is why I'm heavy.
And I never regret being a ghetto kid,
if the kids hear the rhymes I'm tearing up here now.
There are really many reasons to always be happy,
but I will not be happy as long as many children cry,
as long as the injustice is greater and many candles burn,
I'll always be Fedja, I'll put everything on my shoulders.
I know that I philosophize a lot and I am a difficult complex man,
fuck me Dorcol, but I love him a lot.
And when I get very drunk that the darkness is radiating from me,
I will be an eternal example of how it should and should not.

chorus

Get up, live, fight, don't stop,
the caller's message in my ears is ringing,
every morning I listened to it like a show,
that is why it is cut like ink on the skin.
I know I didn't turn out the best,
nowhere near what my people imagined,
hung on the street, stood at school,
saw the crap that made his head hurt.
If I could put the time back to the beginning,
corrected mistakes that were abound,
but here I am, I have this life alone,
at least let me pass you some valuable advice.
Like jokes sometimes, I repeat through songs,
messages, ideas, what can, what should not.
I stand by your example, as a beacon.
Get up, live, fight, don't stop!