Tri ratna havera [English translation]

On the night before extinguishing Olympic flame*,

Mufa, Kiki and me* were partying hardly.

Youth was shining from our lives,

Like a creek running through karst.

Everything that we have is here on the table,

Nothing's left for us.

But my fat uncle was telling us then,

Sometimes in tears, and sometimes in laughter:

"For all your screwing around

You will pay someday."

On the night before igniting armed people,

Mufa, Kiki and me were sitting togheter last time.

Three friends, three stories, three foreign languages*,

We were growing up on the same land, but from different roots.

Mufa was shitting about human rights,

Kiki was complaining that his sight was weakening,

Hell was standing before us

And the Chinese wall between us.

Mufa, Kiki and me

Sometimes archduke falls,

And sometimes bridesman*,

It's not known whose head is the first,

That is how war starts here.

Mufa knew to who he belongs

He was ready even at that day,

I had already left,

And Kiki stayed to paint the apartment.

I was watching Mufa on CNN,

With heckler and in sneakers,

He says he only defends his city,

And who betrays the city is a scumbag for him.

Kiki knew that that story was shit,

But he couldn't save it for himself,

He was barking around, crazy and bravely

Until one night they catched him.

Chorus:

Mufa, Kiki and me

We were scattered by a storm,

On three sides, on three paths - three old war comrades

Mufa, Kiki and me.

Mufa found him after seven days,

In some house on Bjelave*

He entered silent and only said:

"Let him go or I will screw someone of you."

That night was silent and cold,

And Miljacka* was cold, too.

Mufa made an option so he could leave,

They were waiting an answer from četniks.

He fell in mud and felt a rifle,

He saw beardy and rude face,

He saw death and heard words:

"Welcome to Republic of Srpska*".

Boro the baker waited him in command:

"Listen, my friend, what's everybody doing,

You appeal volontarily, I then send you on Hreša*,

In month or two, run to Canada".

I heard that Mufa is in Switzerland,

He lives with his brother's wife from last marrige,

They say he can't live without Sarajevo,

That water and that air.

A little postcard came from Kiki,

With Niagara waterfalls on it.

My name and my adress are written,

It's also written: "G'bye scumbags".

The night before making Dayton* signature

I dreamed that Mufa, Kiki and me are again togheter,

The table was full with many meals and drinks,

It was a morning, a dew, with flowers and countrygirl.

There was bright and clear Sun,

As always after rainy night.

But that were not us anymore

Strong and powerful as we had been.

Chorus

Mufa, Kiki, and me