Djede Niko [English translation]

On that morning Podgorica had over 35 in the shade,

We stole Grandpa Niko’s Lada from the garage.

We bought two gallons from the Albanian without fail,

heads up, key in the lock, straight to the highway

Once we saw Cetinje in our rear-view mirror,

through the windshield we saw the wide blue sea.

In Brajići we stopped and took a woman with us,

Good morning, Montenegrins, do you hear the siren?

What’s this blue-white car behind us?

Could it unfortunately be a patrol from Cetinje?

First, clutch, second, third, the Russian gearbox is a beast

Lada’s speeding down the road like a forest fairy.

The road is steep, Lada’s rushing like a mighty hawk,

the woman in the backseat starts whining,

she got scared for her life, thinking her time has come,

so she swears on us by our mother, Ćetna, “Kids, let me get out!”

Where are you now when you’re needed, non-aligned Ghali

to protect these youngsters’ rights this morning

We easily escaped in our Lada, the Golf stayed behind a truck

We yelled to each other, “Us and Russians 300 millions!”

( eh, at least...)

One-way street to a parking right in front of Budva

We threw on our Versace, a kilo of yellow around our necks

When we saw the topless girls from Belgrade

Our reactions were spontaneous and automatic

(man)

We swiftly took a few of them behind the Mogren beach

In the middle of business, Grandpa Niko showed up like a mirage

He said, “I’m not sorry you took my Lada

I’m sorry I can’t keep up with you kids”

Don’t despair, Grandpa Niko, we’ll return your Lada

At Mogren we’ll find a young widow for you

We got back in Lada

Djizo, Saki, me and Knez

Along the way we listened to some

Montenegrin jazz

Knez like jazz, we like jazz