Serbia and me

I mustn't know, no, no, no
I hide the world with the glasses
Wax is poured in my ears
Again without an aim
With all the aims realized
I go from today to yesterday
And hundreds of years backwards
Searching for the real road

This new world in a new day
Is waiting for me in an ambush
And when I understand this all
I ask a new question
And this time tears my soul
And puts all the questions in a circle
And its name which I call all the time
Rebels on my lips

I mustn't know, no, no, no
And no matter what, I see it all
I hide from people's looks
Our defeat is our victory
And this time tears my soul
And puts all the questions in a circle
And its name which I call all the time
Rebels on my lips

At the end there's only the question
Should it be spit or swallowed?