Текст и перевод песни Edo Maajka - Legenda O Elvisu

Legenda O Elvisu

Halo, Desh
Hoće l' počet' više ovo već jednom, matere ti?

Život čupav je ko dlake, život zna bit' grub
Nekad pametan ne valja, bolje biti glup
Nekad te mazi pazi, nekad nabije rog
Puno smisla za humor ima dragi Bog

Kad Bosanke porode crnce začete u ratu
Pa kad mali crnac vidi Hasu, svoga tatu
Pa kad Haso vidi Fatu, kad joj pokaze katu
Kad joj polomi kosti i kad joj skoči po vratu
Nakon sedam dana, to jest' u isto vrijeme
Ma uspjet' će otvorit' oči i Fata i njeno dijete
Sjetiće se Fata, porumenit' ko paradajz
Iz Chicaga, ona naga, on isti Wesley Snipes

Jeff Mills, ona baza ispod Majevica Hills
Pred veče je čistila office i tako je nastao Elvis
Ljudi, riječ je o Fati, ona nije ko bule
Haso je po 30 dana radio u rudniku kod Pule
Nije dolazio kući, a ljetni dani bili vrući
Komšiluk voli tračat', s njima se ne valja zajebavat'
Sav krvav i garav, čula ona stara kurva
Hoda po kući, ko da bazu oko kuće čuva

Ko komad uglja što vadi, Haso dijete drži
I pijan navio Denisa, onu pjesmu "Prži"
Možda je stvar u uglju, pito je kolegu Sulju
I njegova Fadila crno dijete s njime ima
"Ma tvoje je Boga mi", kune se Hasi Fata
"Vjerujem ti ljubavi, hajmo mu napravit' brata"

Život čupav je ko dlake, život zna bit' grub
Nekad pametan ne valja, bolje biti glup
Nekad te mazi pazi, nekad nabije rog
Puno smisla za humor ima dragi Bog

Kad Millsov kolega zovne Millsa iz baze
Kad mu slike od djeteta pošalje preko interneta
Pa kad skonta Mills da je Elvis njegov kid ustvari
Doće do hemije u glavi, on će spakirati stvari
Sješće na plane i za tren će biti u bazi
Sjest' za isti stol, gdje je Fatu znao da mazi
"Hey, baby, hey" čut će Fata dok pere WC
Pretrnuće Fata, htjeće Wesley da je fata

Al' staće ona, ipak voli Hasu i brak
A Mills ce popizditi, reć če "Fato, what the fuck?
Baby, come on", "Bježi bolan, što si konj
Na brak i djete mislit' moram, fuck off bolan"
Plakaće Mills, u glavi mu Elvis, njegov baby
I riječ "Odjebi", riječi "I love Haso"
Odzvanjaće glasno, biće ljut ko ris
Otiće u kafanu "Kod Anđe", tamo svira Denis

Vila "Kod Anđe", inače pičkovito mjesto
Tam' ne dolaze budale, zadnji je bio Sale
"Hej, nemoj jebat je", reko je Millsu konobar kad mu ispričo u čem je stvar
Mills Jaro, nisi se ti jedini u ljubav razočaro
Ispričo mu o Almi i Mahiru, koju je volio plaho
Mills je plako ovako, "I can't belive this, allahume sorry" Tobe jarabi"
Evo jaro, kuća časti, bolan de s nama nazdravi, ajde
(Hvalja vam puno) Nemoj se ti nista sikirati
This is rakija... Is this rakija?

Život čupav je ko dlake, život zna bit' grub
Nekad pametan ne valja, bolje biti glup
Nekad te mazi pazi, nekad nabije rog
Puno smisla za humor ima dragi Bog

Vidi crnac pijan ko letva, ovog u Labinu nema
Kaže Haso "Hodi Suljo" jedva ga u auto uguro
I to u Deshev Clio, tu noć je Desh s njima pio
Mora ić ranije, kaže Edu napale prikaze (bam-bam)
Mills ne zna đe je, vidi Elvisaa sina
Ima osmijeh blag, misli da sanja da je "drunk"
Al' sve je nekako realno, nekako pravo
Mali se poče derat', "Babo"

Evo ga, pjobudio se, isti čokolada
Haso reče sinu, "Pusti čovjeka nek spava"
"Gut'n Morgen, ti se sinoć napio care, ich bin Haso"
Ma kurac, ne konta ovaj crnac Mills se diže, skonta, pobijeli, tojest.posivi
On je kod Fate, ma jel' 'vo ovdje živi
Al' Fate nema, srecom Fata je na poslu
Misli, "Ukrašću sina, s njime napustit' Bosnu"

Život čupav je ko dlake, život zna bit' grub
Nekad pametan ne valja, bolje biti glup
Nekad te mazi pazi, nekad nabije rog
Puno smisla za humor ima dragi Bog

Ipak je pametan Mills, čovjek ima fakultet
Ljubav ne možeš kupit', ljubav ne možeš otet
Kaže Hasi, "Thank you, moram ić, adio"
Kaze mu Haso, "Ma nije tenk, bolan, bio je Clio"
Zagrli on Hasu i Elvisa izljubi
Fata je na poslu i on se kod nje u bazu uputi
Ispričo je Fati sve što je bilo
Kolko je plako i pio, i sve što je napravit htio"
Vi ste jedno za drugo", "Now I must leave
Pamtiću te, baby, Fato dok sam živ"

Sažali se Fata, ipak je on Elvisov stari
Ne moraju to saznati ni Haso ni mali
Millsu je bilo drago kad je rekla da će malog
Tu i tamo kad poraste slati kod njeg u Chicago
Plan je bio lagan, on će postat Hasin jaran
Biće kućni prijatelj pa neće biti bad
I tako je i bilo, često ih je posjećivo
Niko ništa nije naslućivo i bilo je divno
I to bi to, happy end priča naša
I Haso i Mills imaju sina a Bosna košarkaša

Zadnje su sekunde, evo ga Elvis
Trica i kraj!
Prvaci smo svijeta, prvaci svijeta, evo Gigerson plače
Plače cijela Amerika, ko ih jebe, nek plaču
Mi slavimo, Elvis 64 poena
Naša vlada je obećala Elvisu stan u Živinicama ako postigne preko 50 koševa i evo ga, evo ga
Fala ti majko, fala ti oče

The Legend of Elvis

Hello, Desh,
Is this thing ever going to start, damn it?

Life is as hairy as a rug, life can be rough
Sometimes being smart doesn't help, it's better to be dumb
Sometimes it pampers you, sometimes it hornswoggles you
The dear Lord has a great sense of humor

When Bosnian women give birth to black babies conceived during the war
And when the little black boy sees Haso, his dad
And when Haso sees Fata, when he shows her his "kat"
When he breaks her bones and jumps on her neck
After seven days, that is, at the same time
Both Fata and her child will manage to open their eyes
Fata will remember, turning red like a tomato
From Chicago, she was naked, he was just like Wesley Snipes

Jeff Mills, that base beneath Majevica Hills
In the evening, she was cleaning the office, and that's how Elvis came to be
People, we're talking about Fata, she's not like other women
Haso worked in the mine near Pula for 30 days
He didn't come home, and the summer days were hot
The neighbors love to gossip, you don't want to mess with them
All bloody and sooty, that old bitch heard
She walks around the house like she's guarding the base

Like a piece of coal he's extracting, Haso holds the child
And drunk, he played Denis' song "Prži"
Maybe it's the coal, he asked his colleague Suljo
His Fadila also has a black child with him
"By God, it's yours", Fata swears to Haso
"I believe you, my love, let's make him a brother"

Life is as hairy as a rug, life can be rough
Sometimes being smart doesn't help, it's better to be dumb
Sometimes it pampers you, sometimes it hornswoggles you
The dear Lord has a great sense of humor

When Mills' colleague calls Mills from the base
When he sends him pictures of the child over the internet
And when Mills realizes that Elvis is actually his kid
There will be a chemical reaction in his head, he'll pack his things
He'll get on a plane and be at the base in a moment
He'll sit at the same table where he used to caress Fata
"Hey, baby, hey" Fata will hear while cleaning the toilet
Fata will freeze, Wesley wants to "fata" her

But she will stop, after all, she loves Haso and their marriage
And Mills will freak out, he'll say "Fato, what the fuck?
Baby, come on", "Get away, man, why are you being a jerk?
I have to think about my marriage and child, fuck off dude"
Mills will cry, Elvis, his baby, on his mind
And the word "Fuck off", the words "I love Haso"
Will echo loudly, he'll be as angry as a lynx
He'll go to the "Kod Anđe" bar, Denis is playing there

The "Kod Anđe" villa, by the way, is a shitty place
Fools don't go there, the last one was Sale
"Hey, don't fuck with her", the waiter told Mills when he explained the situation
Mills, buddy, you're not the only one who's been disappointed in love
He told him about Alma and Mahir, whom he loved dearly
Mills cried like this, "I can't believe this, allahume sorry" Tobe jarabi"
Here's to you, buddy, on the house, come on, let's toast with us, come on
(Thank you very much) Don't worry about anything
This is rakija... Is this rakija?

Life is as hairy as a rug, life can be rough
Sometimes being smart doesn't help, it's better to be dumb
Sometimes it pampers you, sometimes it hornswoggles you
The dear Lord has a great sense of humor

Look at the black guy, drunk as a skunk, there's no one like him in Labin
Haso says "Come on Suljo" and barely shoves him into the car
And that's in Desh's Clio, Desh was drinking with them that night
He has to leave early, he says ghosts are attacking Edo (bam-bam)
Mills doesn't know where he is, he sees his son Elvis
He has a gentle smile, he thinks he's dreaming that he's "drunk"
But everything is somehow real, somehow right
The little one started yelling, "Dad"

Here he is, he woke up, the spitting image of chocolate
Haso said to his son, "Let the man sleep"
"Gut'n Morgen, you got drunk last night, buddy, ich bin Haso"
What the hell, this black guy doesn't understand, Mills gets up, realizes, turns white, that is, turns grey
He's at Fata's place, is this where he lives
But Fata is not there, luckily Fata is at work
He thinks, "I'll steal my son, leave Bosnia with him"

Life is as hairy as a rug, life can be rough
Sometimes being smart doesn't help, it's better to be dumb
Sometimes it pampers you, sometimes it hornswoggles you
The dear Lord has a great sense of humor

After all, Mills is smart, the man has a college degree
You can't buy love, you can't steal love
He says to Haso, "Thank you, I have to go, goodbye"
Haso says to him, "It's not a tank, dude, it was a Clio"
He hugs Haso and kisses Elvis
Fata is at work and he heads to her base
He told Fata everything that happened
How much he cried and drank, and everything he wanted to do"
You are meant for each other", "Now I must leave
I will remember you, baby, Fata, as long as I live"

Fata felt sorry for him, after all, he is Elvis' father
Neither Haso nor the little one have to know about it
Mills was happy when she said that she would send the little one
To him in Chicago every now and then when he grows up
The plan was simple, he would become Haso's friend
He would be a family friend so it wouldn't be bad
And that's how it was, he visited them often
No one suspected anything and it was wonderful
And that's it, our happy ending story
Both Haso and Mills have a son, and Bosnia has a basketball player

The last seconds, here comes Elvis
Three-pointer and it's over!
We are the world champions, world champions, look, Gigerson is crying
The whole of America is crying, fuck them, let them cry
We're celebrating, Elvis with 64 points
Our government promised Elvis an apartment in Živinice if he scored over 50 points and here it is, here it is
Thank you mom, thank you dad