I remember that like it happened today
When daddy Atif left us
Beer in his hand, lapel with a badge
Of the Sarajevo football club
He said he had enough of his wife and kids and house
And that he felt some nostalgia
And that he would come back when he wanted to
And us kids were sitting under the quilt
The neighbours were yelling: "Fatma, let the idiot go
He'll come back when he drinks away all his money."
But 13 Bayrams passed since that day
And daddy Atif didn't come back to us
They say that he got run over by a train near Hadžići*
And I got into Faća's gang
Smuggling coffee, pickpocketing in the tram
Selling jeans
I thought I really was into it
And I forgot the words of deceased daddy Atif
In rare moments when he was sober
He would say: "Son, who plays for the people and doesn't care about the tactics,
Will finish his career in the lowest class club"
That's what he said...
And really, when cops caught Omer
And he told them everything after two slaps
Everything he knew about the gang
He forgot all the actions we shared
He forgot all the times we partied together
He forgot that I saved him
And that little Drago
From big shit twice
And now, in the quiet of the prison
I'm thinking about the words of deceased daddy Atif
He would say: "Son, who plays for the people and doesn't care about the tactics,
Will finish his career in the lowest class club"