Beogradski Sindikat - Kosovo je Srbija Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

Kosovo is Serbia

I drank some inspirations to sing some amusing verses about Serbia
Some provocations because of the situation
There will be woes in the Southern part of our nation and in a part of the population
There will be a middle-generation and they won't rest in peace Nobody will be allowed to bury the ax. We're taking what's ours, spilling our blood so we can say: Kosovo is ours!
Whether by right (peacefully) or by might badja will stay where it was
Nobody will move it even by a single tiny 100th
where they till the fields with their nails and worm like roaches, filthy and destitute
But fuck it, a mudpile like that won't be reached so easily
Now here, brother, needs to begin a third Serbian uprising
Let's go now all Serbs rise up, hook, hoe and maj.
 
Signal flares
Slaughter everyone, Albanians, Albanian whores
The better ones will be broken in their homes
Mojne will straight away fuck your mother
if you once more try to touch our part of the Balkans.
You took Kosovo and you still want more
but that won't happen, not even America will be able to help you.
Clearly you have forgotten the strength of Serbian roots.
We naturally speak how important this is to us
...
Now the time has come to celebrate the Serbian victory
in our mind only one thought:
Kosovo is Serbia, Serbia is Kosovo.
That which is now yours will be ours once again.
VTO leads the battle charge
and it's still not over!
 
Albanians, Kosovars, extremists and mafia
I spit on all one by one together with my buddies.
Albania is shit so you now want Serbian territory
There will be less of you when we come there with with our guns.
One girl is pregnant ten times one grandpa has 100 grandsons.
Poor girls, let's save them from their misery,
All for sterilization, to clip them from the generation.
Because you breed like wild pooches
Everyone, brother, thinks the same thing about you
Not just Serbia, you and I both.
Why should we suffer when Albanian debauchery floods our land
On every corner they'll be a mosque
Every morning the mullah will dress up
Serbia will break apart just like former Yugoslavia
You are the extremists, we the so-called terrorists
Nationalists and avengers
A bullet is reserved for you all because you're scum who shoot at children.
If you know what's good for you don't touch what belongs to Cetniks, Kosovo won't be multi-ethic.
Go the fuck back to the city of Tiran.
We have planned a battle to fuck your mother,
Kill, slaughter, so the Albanians exist no more.
 
Albania, is afraid of me my dear people,
Nobody whatsoever is afraid of your shit
Over here let's slaughter those people and fall them all in line
You breed children like crazy so every single one has to be counted
You'd better pray that VT organization doesn't show up at your door,
Baščaršija, reaction, there goes our whole nation
You have thick mustaches and beards for nothing
Burn the buildings, pray however much you want
Bin Laden is finished, we ousted him just yesterday
Don't brag about that to your many sibling look-alikes because we didn't touch them
Until now you haven't been afraid
But you will be, in time,
wherever we are, when we come
You'll all be finished
But the children and the women we won't touch at all
It's been a long time coming, the Serbian king is gritting his teeth
Cutting off heads like baskets
When we come, tails between your legs, run as quickly as you can
If you want to survive, fire from our side of Europe.
 
Hundreds of years back the struggle for Kosovo began to unwind
now it's unwinding once again
When we paid to ensure our tribes survival
so that we flourish, the ducklings hadn't yet hatched
now there's a mountain-full, tribes like a herd
So they have mustered up the courage to attack us where it hurts.
Burned our churches, the bells no longer chiming
They began to burn and destroy our houses
They began to rub their hands greedily as if to say, 'Homes, sweet homes'
Forcing women, children, stop, I say to that
Like terminators [bad word] dogs there they go beside me
We need to teach you how to use condoms
If you don't follow that advice, we'll fuck you morons up
I can easily find some guns or bombs
to throw again at your katakongs
Your final words will be 'Burial grounds, sweet burial grounds'.
 
I'm the last one on the list, and the theme is rather delicate
I speak for the team of under age people, special Cetniks
who are dissing the poor bastards,
Censures will be no more, so fuck it
First, let's straighten some things out
who controls who, who is controlled by whom
This battle will last a long time, it's already starting to get old
the Albanians have been fucking with us there for two centuries already
First a united tribe, then afterwards entering the city
Every Serb for that reason carries a gun under their ears
And a sabre under the pillow
so that some (Albanian) bastard doesn't mug him
the judges throw the bastard in jail, and quickly set him free.
Excuse me, where is the logic in that?
That's like freedom being cast away in the wind
Kosovo is the darkest tale in our chronicle.
 


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