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Fildzan viska

Sezdeset deveta
Moj stari i ja na biciklima
Pa pravac Ilidza, put rijeka livada
Gdje teferici raja iz Sarajeva
Cebe pivara, rostilj i odbojka
Sve sareno poput cilima
A sa radia Plima od Indexa
I vijesti iz Vijetnama
I stari rece tad, vidis, tu svako zna
Politika je prosta stvar
Kafu kad zakuhas fildzan se ostavlja
Ako ko naidje, jebi ga
To ovdje svako zna
Ref.
To je raja iz Sarajeva
To ovdje svako zna
Raja iz Sarajeva
Iz moga Sarajeva
Osamdeset cetvrte je pao snijeg
I skupio se citav svijet
Pa skije na rame i sanke u ruke
Put rajske doline
Begovu dzamiju nekom
Kauboju jalija prodala
Strendzeri skontali da slava i novcici
Nisu najvazniji u votazi
I stari rece tad
Vidis, sada citav svijet zna
Da postoji grad
Gdje se kafa zakuha i fildzan ostavlja
Ako ko naidje, jebi ga
To ovdje svako zna
Ref.
Proljece devedeset druge
Vreli celik raznese
Sve komsiluke i sve derneke
Kaze se, sve do sada je laz i obmana
Zavjera ustasko-dzihadska
I upali foluska
I stari rece tad cisteci zgarista
Ne zalim zutog jugu, a ni stan
Vec to vise nikada kafu kad zakuham
Fildzan necu ostavljat′
Ako ko naidje, jebi ga
To sada svako zna
To je raja iz Sarajeva
Iz moga Sarajeva
Raja iz Sarajeva
Iz moga Sarajeva

Cup of Coffee

Sixty-nine
My old man and me on bicycles
Heading straight to Ilidza, where the river and meadows lay
Where the people of Sarajevo go to enjoy themselves
Beer, barbecue, and volleyball
Everything as colorful as a carpet
And from Radio Plima, Index
And news from Vietnam
And back then my old man said, you see, everyone knows here
Politics is a simple thing
When you make coffee, you leave the cup
If someone comes by, screw him
Everyone knows that here
Chorus
These are the people of Sarajevo
Everyone knows that here
The people of Sarajevo
From my Sarajevo
In eighty-four, the snow fell
And the whole world gathered
So skis on our shoulders and sleds in our hands
Heading to the heavenly valley
Someone sold the Bey's mosque
To a cowboy with a schooner
The strangers realized that fame and money
Are not the most important things in life
And my old man said back then
You see, now the whole world knows
That there is a city
Where you make coffee and leave the cup
If someone comes by, screw him
Everyone knows that here
Chorus
Spring of '92
Hot steel tore apart
All the neighborhoods and all the hangouts
They say, everything up until now has been a lie and a trick
A Ustasha-jihadist conspiracy
And the bloodbath began
And my old man said while cleaning up the ruins
I don't give a damn about the south, or the apartment
But never again when I make coffee
Will I leave the cup
If someone comes by, screw him
Everyone knows that now
These are the people of Sarajevo
From my Sarajevo
The people of Sarajevo
From my Sarajevo