Pred Beograd dođoše, digne se prašina,
stiže četa preko brda i ravnina.
Hrvat prvi kaže: "Ovaj put je gotovo!"
Bugarin klimnu: "Ma biće nam lagano!"
Turčin već crta granice po mapi,
Mađar proverava gde će da se klati.
A preko puta tišina vlada,
Srbi samo kažu: "Dobro, evo je parada."
Jer Beograd pamti mnogo teških dana,
svaki put neko dođe Srbiju da smara.
Pojavi se vojska, ista stara scena,
kad se klikovi usijaju, krene nova era.
"Opet vi pred kapijom nam stojite?"
"Opet mislite da lako ćete proći?"
Jedan napad, neki klik i bitka duga,
na neko vreme boja na mapi je druga.
Niko ne stiže da pomogne tada,
samo prazna ostade srpska nada.
Grad po grad, mapa se promeni,
al' duh se ne gasi kad sve izbledi.
Jer kad padne grad i utihnu tenkovi,
ne gase se snovi ni stari planovi.
Mapa se menja, vremena prolaze,
al' oni što čekaju, ponovo dolaze.
Dok se po Reditu pobeda slavi,
pišu se hvalospevi od sebe sami,
Srbin u tišini novi plan sprema,
jer za Beograd Srbija je cela!
Neće biti brzo, neće biti lako,
na bojnom polju trebaće nam svako.
Do sada okupator valjda treba da zna,
da Beograd pod okupacijom ne spava!
N.
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"When a City Falls, the Spirit Does Not"
Before Belgrade they came, and dust filled the air,
A force arrived from hills and plains everywhere.
The Croat said first: "This time it's all over!"
The Bulgarian smiled: "Victory is getting closer!"
The Turk was already drawing borders on the map,
The Hungarian was checking the next attack.
But on the other side, silence remained,
The Serbs only said: "Alright, here comes the parade."
Because Belgrade remembers many difficult days,
Every time someone comes to challenge and amaze.
The army appears, the same old scene,
When the clicks start burning, a new era begins.
"Are you standing at our gates again?"
"Do you really think you'll pass so easily then?"
One attack, one click, a battle long and tough,
For a while, the color on the map was enough.
No one arrived to help that day,
Only empty hope was left along the way.
City after city, the map was changed,
But the spirit remained, even when everything faded.
Because when a city falls and the tanks go silent,
Dreams do not disappear, nor plans grow quiet.
Maps will change and time will move on,
But those who wait will return when the moment comes.
While victories are celebrated across Reddit's side,
And endless praises are written with pride,
Serbia quietly prepares a brand new plan,
Because for Belgrade, the story is not at its end.
It will not be quick, it will not be easy,
On the battlefield, everyone will be needed.
The occupier should remember this day:
Belgrade under occupation never sleeps away.
N.