Light on tower will turn off
And first tram will set off
People will start to appear like an ants
And who knows where will everybody go
I will go to (eat) duck at Hadžibajrić
Or on a pie to Sarajlić
I dont let to pass even one day
and to not feel all that beauty
I will drop by to Kazaz too
There is my good old chess-base
And i will be pawn, I will be horse, I will be king
You be my queen
Zina, Zina, Zina
What eyes she have
Zina, Zina, Zina
Made exactly for a breath
Zina, Zina, Zina
She doesnt know what to do with them
Zina, Zina
When she sees me
Sarajevo is nice city
You are mine and I am yours
Your sons are with you even when they are not there
And I am with you
Liberation, Morning's, Avaz
Free Bosnia, Lilyies and Days *(names of Bosnia newspapers)
I will read them all, but first namaz
You can hear ezans from all sides
I will drop by to Kazaz again too
Here is also my good old Magaza
And i will be pawn, I will be horse, I will be king
You be my queen
Sarajevo, beautiful place
Nice, gaudy
Your sons are with you even when they are not there
And your daughters as well