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Ibro Dirka (live ) Novi Sad 1994

Kunem vam se, rahmetom mi dedinim,
Iako se u tu svirku ne razumjem bas,
Da nikad niko nije znao 'armoniku svirat,
Kao mali Ibro, Ibro Dirka nas.
Kada pocme dernek I kad on zasvira,
Ne bi stigo reci ni bismillah,
Vec bi lupo glavom I lomio bi case,
Vec bi te Ibro bacio u sevdah.
Al ubrzo za Ibru cuse ljudi sa estrade,
I pocese njuskati po nasoj mahali,
Svaki Ibri pice placa,
Svaki deset prsta Ibrinih hvali.
Ibro poce pricati o parama o slavi,
Mi ga odgovarasmo Ibro ne budali,
Ti si nesto drugo, ti armonikom ljecis bol
Na estradi sve je lazno, na estradi sve je fol.
Samo da ti kazem nesto za Ibru - Ja,
Ja - Dode Mercedes po njega I on ode.-Ja, ja.
Ode u armonicare I posta popularan.
- Eno ga bolan, gled'o sam sliku, sa Brenom bio
S oba Halida se sliko. Jel zivota ti. Jes majke mi.
Covjece, on je vuko curulu nosila bed da joj se zna prednja strana.
I sad evo hoda I s ovom I s onom - Ozrenka,
Daj nam bogati dvije pive I reci muzici
Malo tise - I nije mi nekako zadovoljan
Znam ja, dusevan covjek, ne da on da ga se daraci,
Da ga daracu oni snimatelji - Ogulise ga -Cekaj Bil ti to dopustio?
Stani podji od sebe.
Ali nije ni to. Ne daju mu bolan da sevdah svira. Raja trazi
Veselo. Tko ce slusat tudju muku.
Al jednog jutra udje Ibro u mahalu sam,
Isti Gari Kuper, sve je licilo na san.
Na licu mu vise ne bi sjene koju tuga pravi,
Mahalu, sevdah, Ibro nije mogo da zaboravi.
Ibro nije htio para,
Ibro ce vazda bit fukara.
I odma neki pocese da blate Ibrin lik,
Al samo prava raja je znala u cemu je trik,
Nije ti Ibro jarane nas fukara, Ibro ti je defakto umjetnik.
Shvacas?

Ibro Dirka (live ) Novi Sad 1994

I swear to you, by the mercy of my grandfather,
Although I don't really understand that kind of music,
That nobody has ever known how to play the accordion,
Like little Ibro, Ibro Dirka of ours.
When the party starts and he starts playing,
You wouldn't have time to say bismillah,
You'd start banging your head and breaking glasses,
Ibro would've already thrown you into a trance.
But soon, people from the stage heard about Ibro,
And they started sniffing around our neighborhood,
Everyone pays Ibro,
Everyone praises Ibro's ten fingers.
Ibro started talking about money and fame,
We tried to talk him out of it, Ibro, don't be foolish,
You're something else, you heal pain with your accordion,
Everything on stage is fake, everything on stage is trash.
Just let me tell you something about Ibro - Me,
Me - A Mercedes came for him and he left.- Me, me.
He went to the accordionists and became popular.
- There he is, I saw a picture, he was with Brenna,
He took pictures with both Halids. By your life. By my mother.
Man, he carried a mangy dog just to show off.
And now here he is walking with this one and that one - Ozrenka,
Give us two beers and tell the band,
A little quieter - And he's not really satisfied,
I know, he's a soulful man, he doesn't let them gift him,
Let those cameramen gift him - They'll skin him - Wait, would you let them?
Stand up and walk away.
But that's not it. They won't let him play sevdah. The people want
Something cheerful. Who wants to listen to other people's misery.
But one morning Ibro entered the neighborhood alone,
Just like Gary Cooper, it all seemed like a dream.
There were no more shadows of sadness on his face,
The neighborhood, sevdah, Ibro couldn't forget.
Ibro didn't want money,
Ibro will always be a poor man.
And immediately some people started to badmouth Ibro,
But only the real people knew what the trick was,
Ibro is not a poor man, Ibro is an artist de facto.
Do you get it?