Paroles et traduction Ante Cash - Vatreni Zmajevi

Vatreni Zmajevi

I Dudu i Benko
I Sušić i Džeko
I Pjanić I Leko
Lete preko
Ustvari ne ide Leko
Al' se rimuje sa Džeko
Al' navodno Benko
Kažu ide preko
Od Kvržića i Šunjića
Do Jelavića Nikice
I Tarik i Ćiro
I svi Osim Ivice
I imenjak Rebić
I Zahirović Adnan
Pozvani svi
Na tulum kod Eduarda
Domagoj Vida
Ibričić Senijad
Plače Brazil
Plače Argentina
Mandžukić i Pjanić
Misimović i Pranjić
Svi će se banjat
Na Copacabani

Zemljo moja jedina
Od Mandže i Edina
Srce drugu ne bira

Zemljo moja jedina
Od Poljuda do Koševa
Znaj da tebe volim ja

Spahić Iličević
Srna Ibišević
Stižu nasi
Bjež'te miševi
Medunjanin i Olić
Višća i Modrić
Ima ih mašala
Za pehar podić'
Među braćom
Nema rivala
I jedni i drugi
Pravo do finala
A 'ko je prvi
Koga briga
To finale nećemo ni igrat
Remi u finalu
Može, pošteno
Pjeva Maksimir
Pjeva Koševo
I svjetski mediji
će opet da nas blate
Ljut je Platini
Ljut je i Blatter
Okrenut ćemo janje
I mezit baklave
Na centru marakane
Naši slave

Fiery Dragons

And Dudu and Benko
And Sušić and Džeko
And Pjanić and Leko
Are flowing over
Leko is not actually going over
But he rhymes with Džeko
But it is said that Benko
They say is flowing over
From Kvržić and Šunjić
To Jelavić Nikice
And Tarik and Ćiro
And all except Ivice
And the namesake Rebić
And Zahirović Adnan
Everyone is invited
To the party at Eduardo's
Domagoj Vida
Ibričić Senijad
Brazil is weeping
Argentina is weeping
Mandžukić and Pjanić
Misimović and Pranjić
Everyone will bathe
On Copacabana

My one and only country
From Mandže and Edino
My heart does not choose any other

My one and only country
From Poljud to Koševa
Know that I love you

Spahić Iličević
Srna Ibišević
Our men are coming
Run away, little mice
Medunjanin and Olić
Višća and Modrić
There are plenty of them
To raise the cup
Among brothers
There are no rivals
Both of them
Straight to the final
And who is first
Who cares
We will not even play that final
A draw in the final
Is possible, fair
Sings Maksimir
Sings Koševo
And the world media
Will again curse us
Platini is furious
Blatter is also furious
We will turn the lamb
And mix baklava
At the center of the Maracanã
Our men will celebrate