69, my old man and I
on the bycicles
on the way to Ilidz along the rivers and valleys
where the folk from Sarajevo is partying
cover, brewery,grill and volleyball
everything tehnicolor like a carpet
and from the radio the sound of "Plima" form Indexi
and news from Vietnam
and the old man said then : "You see , there everyone knows,
politics is a simple thing
When you make coffee, you leave the pot
if anyone comes acros, **** it!
here everyone knows that
That´s folk from Sarajevo
here everyone knows that
Folk from Sarajevo
from my Sarajevo
84 it snowed
and all the folk gathered
and skis on the shoulder
sleighs in the hands
on the way to Valley of heaven
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 town
where you make coffee
and leave the pot
if anyone comes along, **** it!
here everyone knows that
that´s the folk from Sarajevo
here everyone knows that
the folk from Sarajevo
from my Sarajevo
the spring of 92 hot steel shatter to pieces
all the neigbours and all the parties
they say, all boredom
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" (type of the car) , nor the flat
but that I´ll never again
make a 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