69, my old man and I
on the bicycles
on the way to Ilidz along the rivers and valleys
where the folks from Sarajevo party
a blanket, brewery, a grill and volleyball
everything in Technicolor like a carpet
and from the radio the sound of "Plima" from Indexi
and news from Vietnam
And the old man said then: "You see, everyone knows there
that politics is a simple thing
When you make coffee, you leave the pot
if anyone comes across, **** it!
Here everyone knows that
That´s folk from Sarajevo
here everyone knows that’s
Folk from Sarajevo
from my Sarajevo
In ‘84 it snowed
and all the folks gathered
skis on the shoulder
sleighs in the hands
on the way to the Heavenly valley
Bey´s mosque was sold to some cowboy
by the folk
Strangers figured out
that fame and money
are not the most important ones
in votaz (?)
the old man said then "You see now,
the whole world knows
there is a city
where you put on coffee
and leave the pot
if someone comes along, **** it!
Here everyone knows that
that´s the folk from Sarajevo
here everyone knows thats
the folk from Sarajevo
from my Sarajevo
The spring of ’92, hot steel shatters to pieces
all the neighborhoods and all the parties
they say, everything up to now
is lie and deceit
ustas-dzihad conspiracy
Il upali foluška
or the hoax works
the old man said then, cleaning up the sites of fire
I don´t regret the old "yugo", or the flat
but I regret that I´ll never again
put on the coffee and leave the pot
and if anyone comes along,**** it!
Now everyone knows that
that´s the folk from Sarajevo
from my Sarajevo
that´s the folk from Sarajevo
from my Sarajevo
the folk from Sarajevo
from my Sarajevo