Halid Invalid Hari [English translation]

When I was small and still very young

I lived in a village, a few minutes on foot from the town

And I was, as the expression goes, a walking pupil

Every homework was easy for me

In school I had all straight A's

In school I had all straight A's

In school I had all straight A's

Except of course not in behaviour

Back then, there was a well known singer Halid Invalid Hari*

He sang some very popular songs

My mother said I could go to his concert

If I earned an A in behaviour

So naturally I stopped picking at my ear nose and throat

Taking the piss out of teachers, going to school barefoot

Before and after meals I started washing my hands

Without my mother having to remind me

Aman... Aman - a common exclamation in Sevdah songs

And for real, they put up posters in the village

Of handsome Halid Invalid Hari in a golden suit

And under him in white small print:

On Sunday in the village hall, starts at six

Admission is forty-two dinars

For children and soldiers, half of that

Admission is forty-two dinars

For children and soldiers, half of that

So that mother could keep her promise to the son

On that day we fed the cattle earlier

We took with us Meho's older daughter

And put sarma* for my old man in the smallest pan

Kamenko* said that it would be a rainy day

So we stopped at my uncle's and borrowed an umbrella

Aman... Aman - a common exclamation in Sevdah songs

We bought tickets and sat in the second row

My mother lit up a fag, and we ate ice-cream

And then, on the boards that mean life*

Appeared some loser and started jumping about:

Wanka-wanka-john wanka-wanka-d-john

Wanka-wanka-john wanka-wanka-d-john

Wanka-wanka-john wanka-wanka-d-john

Wanka-wanka-john wanka-wanka-d-john

The audience started hitting the roof

The audience started hitting the roof

The audience started hitting the roof

Because it was, in flesh and blood, Halid Invalid Hari

I was very happy to see him,

And I exclaimed loudly, "Mother, I want to be like this too"

And my mother whacked me on the head with the umbrella

And angrily said: "The cock you will, son..."

Halid Invalid Hari, my old friend

I want to ask you about some private things

I'm all fed up with this alternative scene

And I want to make one real hit

For my old mother, sister-in-law and daughter-in-law

So that everybody in my village will sing it

So that fans always ask for me like they ask for you

Whores on the beach and highwaymen on the watch

So that they shout after me: He's our real daddy

So that they shout after me Amadeus Rambo

So that they shout after me: He's our real daddy

Amadeus Rambo

So that I make 150 thousand Swiss like you

To buy for myself various Džirlo knickknacks*

And for my old mother teeth from a black man

So that she can crack nuts easier

Aman... Aman - a common exclamation in Sevdah songs

Oh, Rambo, why didn't you tell me sooner

I'd sure make a hit for you for free

You're a handsome and hardworking interpreter

Here's Hit 101 for you:

* I would ask not to ask you

I would ask but maybe I wouldn't

I would ask not to ask you

I would ask my baby, maybe

* And as soon as I heard him out

I did what he said

I'm going home to sleep in peace

Why would I stop to worry

When he, who's from another planet

Suffers with me from the same sadness

When he, who's from another planet

Suffers with me from the same sadness

I would ask not to ask you

I would ask but maybe I wouldn't

I would ask not to ask you

I would ask my baby, maybe