Oh Elvis, I am so happy
I have a big apartment in the centre of Manhattan
My husband is playing alongside Tom Waits*
He is a white man, but he has enough soul for blues
Sometimes, I think about the happy days
When we ate my grandma's baklava
New York is cold, no friends
Nobody to go visit at Eid
Why did I have to stupidly run away?
Maybe I could have fulfilled the criteria*
Freedom, medicines, money - it is all for nothing
When they ask you to betray your buddies
Nobody was more devastated than I was
When I heard about Zijo's death*
Those happy days are long gone
I am a different woman today
Did you devote yourself to your children?
You promised to name your daughter after me
Teach them to be fair and good
Do not let them become evil junkies
Oh Elvis, I am not happy
I slept with half of the Manhattan
I would sell my own mother now
When I am craving those 0,5 grams
In the end, I want to wish you luck
I will never see Sarajevo again
When you see rockets in the town
Put a hand on your heart and remember me