Текст и перевод песни Edo Maajka - Za Mirzu

Za Mirzu

Feat. Dino Šaran)
Đe si Mirza, jarane šta radiš, jesi l' dobro?
Kako je u Pittsburghu, jarane šta ima kod tebe novo?
šta ima na poslu, kad ćeš vamo kod nas u Bosnu?
čuvaj se u klubu đe radiš da ne dobiješ po nosu
Vidjeli smo Čosu onog što je s nama u New Yorku bio
Za godinu dana kod Soula se napio pravo dobro bilo
Jesi papire sredio?, hajde izdrži još par mjeseci
Pa ćemo Zagreb - Banja Luka da motamo sensi
Hej Lana počela kuhat, a i kukat hoće smršat
Pun mi je kurac jarane samo Jay-Z -a hoće slušat
U istom smo stanu podstanari Zagreb zapad
Dižemo kredit ovdje je kvadrat skup fakat
Počelo je kapat mašala, šaljemo materi i ocu
Svako malo odemo dole kod njih u Bosnu
Frenkie snima novi album, Hamaz nikako počet
Cube roka SN, Soul se hoće ženit opet
Ja evo počeo snimat ovaj novi
Ajs, Frenkie, Vikler, TBF su gosti
Znaš mene jarane sve sam bolji
Lana ti šalje Let3 i još neke CDe druge
Ja ti šaljem Mostar Sevdah i Letu Štuke
Mirza...

[Dino Šaran]
Stomak vuče u tuđinu
Oko gleda u daljinu
I samoća kad me mlavi
Rijeka suza dušu plavi
Kad se čovjek opet rodi
šta bi od sebe da stvori
Umornom je srcu predah
Ono što se zove sevdah
Gledaj, u vezi onog što smo pričali
Da ne moš izdržat, da ti je užas
Da bi se vraćo, al i ovdje je jarane za kurac
Ništa nije isto, nema posla, nema para
Generacija nam živi sa starcima, socijala
Pun kurac budala PTSP je ovdje normala
Isto od Triglava do Vardara, jedna vel'ka kara
Jedni krive Tita, komunizam, drugi nacionalizam
Samo jedni druge krive i uopšte ne žive
Mladi piju pive, motaju ove naše loše trave
Neki žele promjene, al većina ih isprane glave
Drugo je vrijeme, umjesto rokera političari su zvijezde
Plaše raju ratom, bolan jarani mi sijede
Svi su veliki Srbi, veliki Hrvati, Muslimani
A svi su tolko gladni i tolko u banani
Svi pišu svoje istorije i svi su u pravu
Ni oporba nije ništa bolja i oni bolan kradu
"Jebo vladu" na koncertima se deru
Pa sutradan jebo Edu, hajmo na Cecu, pa u folkoteku
S domoljubnim pjesmama presjeku
Ja odem na rijeku kad nemam posla zabacim
Trudim se normalan ostat
Dragi Mirza...
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[Dino Šaran]
Stomak vuče u tuđinu
Oko gleda u daljinu
I samoća kad me mlavi
Rijeka suza dušu plavi
Kad se čovjek opet rodi
šta bi od sebe da stvori
Umornom je srcu predah
Ono što se zove sevdah
Ti vidi Mirza, al ovdje ti još nema mira
Evo neki dan u Mostaru sjebali bistu od Bruce Lee-a
Policija ništa, obijaju pošte i banke
Gladni ljudi, došo PDV, euri zamijenili marke
Sve je skupo jarane i sve je puno Kineza
I Arizona je propala dolaskom poreza
Nisam ti reko, dobili smo i mi MTV
Nije više bitna dobra mjuza, samo veze i marketing
Samo prodaja, niko više ne radi iz gušta
Mirza kad se vratiš neš vjerovati šta se sve pušta
Ja osjećam kako zrijem, slabo idem u klubove
Zovnem raju kod nas u stanu pa pijem
Sjetimo se tebe kad cugamo svake hevte
Ti odluči šta hoš Mirza, jebiga nisi više dijete
Ima tu i dobrih stvari, more, Sava, jarani, jaranice
I svaki slalom od Janice carice
Ima dobre rakije i ima dobrih Lexaurina
Puno zastava, novih i starih fosila
Mirza...
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For Mirza

(Feat. Dino Šaran)
Where are you, Mirza, my friend, what are you doing, are you alright?
How is it in Pittsburgh, bro, what's new with you?
How's work, when are you coming back home to Bosnia?
Be careful at the club you work at, don't get punched in the face
We saw Čosa, the one who was with us in New York
A year ago at Soul's, he got really drunk, it was good
Did you sort out the papers? Hang in there for a couple more months
Then Zagreb - Banja Luka, we'll roll a joint
Hey, Lana started cooking, and she keeps whining, wants to lose weight
I'm fed up, man, she only wants to listen to Jay-Z
We're in the same apartment, renting, Zagreb west
Taking out a loan, a square meter is really expensive here
It started dripping, thank God, we're sending money to Mom and Dad
We go down to see them in Bosnia every now and then
Frenkie is recording a new album, Hamaz can't seem to start
Cube is rocking SN, Soul wants to get married again
I've started recording this new one
Ajs, Frenkie, Vikler, TBF are guests
You know me, man, I'm getting better and better
Lana sends you Let3 and some other CDs
I'm sending you Mostar Sevdah and Letu Štuke
Mirza...

[Dino Šaran]
My stomach pulls me to foreign lands
My eyes gaze into the distance
And loneliness when it overwhelms me
A river of tears washes my soul
When a man is born again
What would he make of himself
A weary heart needs rest
What is called "sevdah"
Look, regarding what we talked about
That you can't stand it, that it's horrible for you
That you would come back, but it's shitty here too, man
Nothing is the same, there are no jobs, no money
Our generation lives with their parents, on welfare
Full of idiots, PTSD is normal here
The same from Triglav to Vardar, one big disaster
Some blame Tito, communism, others nationalism
They only blame each other and don't live at all
Young people drink beer, roll our bad weed
Some want change, but most of them are brainwashed
It's a different time, politicians are the stars instead of rockers
They scare people with war, man, we are turning grey
Everyone is a great Serb, a great Croat, a Muslim
And they are all so hungry and so screwed
Everyone writes their own histories, and everyone is right
The opposition is no better, they steal too, man
"Fuck the government," they shout at concerts
Then the next day, fuck Edo, let's go to Ceca, to the folk club
They cut it with patriotic songs
I go to the river when I have no work, I cast a line
I try to stay normal
Dear Mirza...
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[Dino Šaran]
My stomach pulls me to foreign lands
My eyes gaze into the distance
And loneliness when it overwhelms me
A river of tears washes my soul
When a man is born again
What would he make of himself
A weary heart needs rest
What is called "sevdah"
You see, Mirza, but there is still no peace here
Just the other day in Mostar, they trashed the Bruce Lee statue
The police do nothing, post offices and banks are getting robbed
Hungry people, VAT arrived, euros replaced marks
Everything's expensive, man, and it's full of Chinese
Arizona went bankrupt too with the arrival of taxes
I didn't tell you, we got MTV too
Good music doesn't matter anymore, it's all about connections and marketing
Just sales, no one works for pleasure anymore
Mirza, when you come back, you won't believe what they're playing
I feel myself maturing, I rarely go to clubs
I call friends over to my place and drink
We remember you when we drink every week
You decide what you want, Mirza, damn, you're not a kid anymore
There are good things here too, the sea, Sava, friends, female friends
And every slalom from Janice the empress
There's good brandy and good Lexaurin
Lots of flags, new and old fossils
Mirza...
CHORUS