Paroles et traduction Zabranjeno Pusenje - Domovina

Domovina

Domovina se brani vjerom
I tudjim mrtvim sinom
Domovina se brani licnim soferom
Metalik crnom limuzinom

Domovina se brani zivotom
Sa operisanom kilom
Brani se privatnim sjedecim drotom
Pred zauzetom vilom

Od Bosne zapad napravit′ mogu
Samo supci i dileri uz dobru drogu
Svatko uz svoje generale
Rokaj civile, moli se Bogu

Ref.
Bosna je zemlja prepuna cari
Minskih polja i mutne vode
Brda joj kite rovovi stari
Nad njima silni Apaci brode

Srusene kuce svecano cute
U mirnoj sjenci bez starog krova
Oruzje stupa niz tajne pute
A obnov se pere prljava lova

Jer domovina se brani vjerom
I tudjim mrtvim sinom
Domovina se brani licnim soferom
Metalik crnom limuzinom

Domovina se brani ratom
I NATO avionom u letu
I djecom i sestrom i bratom
Rasutim kojekuda po svijetu

Od Bosne zapad napravit' mogu
Samo supci i dileri uz dobru drogu
Svatko uz svoje generale
Rokaj civile, moli se Bogu

Ref.

Srusene kuce svecano cute
U mirnoj sjenci bez starog krova
Oruzje stupa niz tajne pute
A obnov se pere prljava lova

Homeland

Homeland is defended by faith
And also the dead son of a someone else
Homeland is defended by personal driver
In a metallic black limousine

Homeland is defended with life
With an operated kilometer
Defended by private landline wire
In front of the occupied villa

Out of Bosnia, they can make the West
Only judges and dealers with good drugs
Everyone with their own generals
Cry civilians, pray to God

Chorus
Bosnia is a land full of kings
Minefields and murky waters
Hills are decorated by old trenches
Above them, mighty Apaches roam

Ruined houses are waiting in vain
In the peaceful shade without an old roof
Weapons are coming down the secret roads
And the dirty money is being laundered in the reconstruction

Because homeland is defended by faith
And also the dead son of a someone else
Homeland is defended by personal driver
In a metallic black limousine

Homeland is defended by war
And NATO's airplane in the sky
And sister, and brother
Scattered everywhere around the world

Out of Bosnia, they can make the West
Only judges and dealers with good drugs
Everyone with their own generals
Cry civilians, pray to God

Chorus

Ruined houses are waiting in vain
In the peaceful shade without an old roof
Weapons are coming down the secret roads
And the dirty money is being laundered in the reconstruction