Paroles et traduction Zabranjeno Pusenje - Genter

Genter

Ja se zovem Sehovic Selver
Bio sam inspektor SUP-a strog i pravedan
Ili sto bi raja rekla Genter klasican
Moj burazer, Elci, je saner
Voli da kocka obija i krade
Elci je oduvijek bio s druge strane barikade
Treba mu se zvala Elma i taman ga je krenulo poceo je u Tas-u raditi, nije skitao okolo
Bila je to luda noc
Kad je Elci odlucio da krene
Elma je ljubila njega i mene
Dok je bend u kafani svirao
"Jos i danas teku suze jedne zene"
Bilo je to vrijeme kad je strah dosao u grad vrijeme kad bi brzo sazno
Ko je covjek a ko smrad
Bilo je to vrijeme kad su i jaki padali
Zbog Marlbora i Coke
Elma postade treba Mirsi - Kujaci
Mirso je bio lafo heroj, ratov'o je dana tri nabavio dzipa i hromirani kolt
I post'o privrednik
Jednom mi je zovno turu, rekoh
Nemoj se trositi
A on ce meni na to
Nije ono sapun, nece se potrositi
A ja se sjetih noci
Kad je Elci odlucio da krene
I Elme sto je ljubila s njega s mene
Dok je bend u kafani svirao
"Jos i danas teku suze jedne zene"
Kad se vratio Elci, doco je do mene
I poceo da dere slike njene
Rekoh, buraz, ne valja trcat ni zbog tramvaja a ni zbog zene
A on ce na to, Selvere, brate
Htio sam prvo nju pa sebe
Ma hajde brate, sto ti to treba da sjebes zivot zbog polovne zene
Elci se parkir'o sati malo sitnijih
U autu srola joint da si dadne kurazi
Izadje iza ugla da ga cuju svi
Dje si Mirso, jebo mater, misu dzamijski
Zvali su me ali kasno stigo sam na lice mjesta
Vidim tamo roknut covjek
Vidim tamo Elci svezan
Razidjimo se malo, kazem, federalna murija
Sta me gledas, razguli odavde, ba
U autu sam mu stigo dati neke pare
U autu sam mu reko, bjezi preko bare
U Mostaru covjek pravi papir za tebe
Gledaj da si prije jutra preko granice
Bila je to kisna noc
Kad je Elci odlucio da krene
Bila je to zadnja noc za njega i mene
A na radiju bend je svirao
"Jos i danas teku suze jedne zene"
Ja se zovem Sehovic Selver, danas sam ubleha tropacast i slucaj obican
Ili sto bi raja rekla levat klasican
Elci se ponekad javi iz raznih gradova
A na razglednici uvijek isto pise
Il' si bos il' si hadzija

Genter

My name is Selver Sehovic,
I was a SUP inspector, strict and righteous,
Or as the folks would say, a classic Genter.
My brother, Elci, is a hustler,
He loves to gamble, break in and steal.
Elci has always been on the other side of the barricade.
His girl was named Elma and he was just getting on his feet, started working at Tas, wasn't wandering around anymore.
It was a crazy night
When Elci decided to leave.
Elma was kissing him and me,
While the band in the kafana played
"Even today, a woman's tears are flowing."
It was the time when fear came to the city, the time when you would quickly find out
Who's a man and who's a scumbag.
It was the time when even the strong were falling,
Because of Marlboro and Coke.
Elma became Mirso - Kujaci's girl.
Mirso was a so-called hero, fought in the war for three days, got a jeep and a chrome colt,
And became a businessman.
He once offered me a drink, I said,
"Don't waste your money."
And he said to me,
"It's not soap, it won't run out."
And I remembered the night
When Elci decided to leave,
And Elma, who was kissing both him and me,
While the band in the kafana played
"Even today, a woman's tears are flowing."
When Elci came back, he came to me
And started tearing up her pictures.
I said, "Brother, it's not worth running for a tram or a woman."
And he said, "Selver, brother,
I wanted to kill her first, then myself."
"Come on, brother, why do you need to ruin your life over a used woman?"
Elci parked for a few hours, some small change,
Rolled a joint in the car to give himself courage.
He came out from behind the corner for everyone to hear,
"Where are you, Mirso, you mosque rat!"
They called me, but I arrived late at the scene.
I see a man shot there,
I see Elci tied up.
"Let's disperse a little," I say, "federal cops."
"What are you looking at, get out of here, go!"
In the car, I managed to give him some money,
In the car, I told him, "Run across the pond."
There's a man in Mostar making papers for you,
Make sure you're across the border before morning."
It was a rainy night
When Elci decided to leave.
It was the last night for him and me.
And on the radio, the band played
"Even today, a woman's tears are flowing."
My name is Selver Sehovic, today I'm a three-pointed star, a regular case,
Or as the folks would say, a classic levat.
Elci sometimes calls from different cities,
And on the postcard, it always says the same thing,
"You're either a boss or a pilgrim."