Текст и перевод песни Edo Maajka - Za i protiv

Za i protiv

Rodjen '71, za bratstva jedinstva,
Od roditelja komunista, s' partijskih lista...
Pionir posto '78, a za Titom plako dvije godine poslije,
Dijete Bosne, dijete Juge...
Nisam mrzio nacije druge do '92,
21-na godina mi bila, preko noci postadoh borac,
Od jebenoga mother fucking civila...
Branio sam svoju kucu, ovo je moja zemlja,
Drugima nedam od svoje zemlje ni pedlja...
Nisam bježo ko peder, tu i tamo koji geler me pogodio,
Al'sam zato zahvalnicu dobio...
Sad sam civil, žena mi radi u SC-u,
Cisti im po hodnicima, nekad po WC-u...
A ja imam paru finu, svoju invalidninu,
Prevozim ljudima gradju, kad sebi kuce slažu...
Šta cu u Americi kažem, fino mi je ovdje,
Tu mi je familija, tu su ljudi što me vole...
Imam neke rodbine, kod njake tam' ATLANTE,
Fino im je kažu, mjesto vode piju FANTE...
Al'jebo zivot, bez cevapa i sevdaha,
Bez komšiluka i bez našega jezika...
Necu da gledam svoju familiju preko slika,
Tam'necu bit'niko ovdje sam im svima dika...
Ovdje me svi znaju i svi me pozdravljaju,
Kad sam u kafani onda samnom nazdravljaju...
Tu sam odrasto, proveo svoje djetinjstvo,
Sad da odem na zapad, bilo bi ubistvo cisto...
Zato cu ostat ovdje iako nemam love,
Zato imam snove za Bosanske dane nove, koji idu...
A moj mali po noci se digne i piše,
Nekakve parole po zidu i kaže...
Za ili protiv, za ili protiv,
Svako ima jeben motiv, otici, za ili protiv...
Za ili protiv, za ili porotiv,
Svako ima motiv ostati, za ili protiv...
U Bosni se rodio bio sam i u ratu,
Fala bogu, Dayton, uhvatio sam odma maglu...
Dosta mi je bilo ratnih slika,
Reko "Jebo vas Balkance", pravac maajka Amerika...
Kako sam došo ovdje, prica je baš fora,
Išo' sam u Zagreb na dva, tri razgovora...
Sponzora mi našli nekog cojka iz New York-a,
Da mi da za kartu, jer nisam imo'svoju platu...
Zbogom politicari i vaše vojske,
Zbogom nacionalisti, zbogom djelitelji BOSNE...
Zbogom arbitraže i ostale gnjavaže,
Zbogom žohari, ko st ŠUPAK NELE kaže...
Za sve vas dole me zaboli moje dupe,
Preko CNN-a, cu gledat vaše face glupe...
što sam od vas dalje, to mi je sve bolje,
Necu niko dat'da moje dijete danas, sutra kolje...
How, Yes, No, to jest, kako da ne,
Engleski sam naucio u roku pola godine...
Sve sam obavijestio da sam se ovdje fino smjestio,
Da sam poso'našo i sa ženama se snašo'...
Kupio sam kucu, dobio sam i dijete,
žena mi ide na nekakve Americke dijete...
Polete mi misli nekad i do SAVE,
Al'tugu ubijem uz peace, New York-ške trave...
Teško je ovdje, u Bosni je jos teže,
Samo familija, prošlost me za nju veže...
A ja s'rajom mezim, škemba sve veca,
Daleko od Bosanskog pakla, oko mene samo sreca...
Oko mene sreca, svakim danom veca,
Oko mene sreca, svakim danom sve veca...
Za ili protiv, za ili protiv,
Svako ima motiv otici, za ili protiv...

For and Against

Born in '71, during the brotherhood and unity,
To communist parents, from the party lists...
A pioneer since '78, and I cried for Tito two years later,
A child of Bosnia, a child of Yugoslavia...
I didn't hate other nations until '92,
I was 21, overnight I became a soldier,
From a damn mother fucking civilian...
I defended my house, this is my land,
I won't give others an inch of my land...
I didn't run like a coward, a few pieces of shrapnel hit me here and there,
But I got a medal for it...
Now I'm a civilian, my wife works at the shopping center,
Cleaning their hallways, sometimes the toilets...
And I have a nice pair, my disability pension,
I transport materials for people when they build their houses...
What would I do in America, I say, it's nice here,
My family is here, the people who love me are here...
I have some relatives, over there in Atlanta,
They say it's nice, they drink Fanta instead of water...
But fuck life, without cevapi and sevdah,
Without the neighborhood and our language...
I don't want to see my family through pictures,
I won't be nobody there, here I'm everyone's pride...
Everyone here knows me and greets me,
When I'm in the cafe, they raise a toast with me...
I grew up here, spent my childhood,
To go to the West now would be pure murder...
So I'll stay here even though I have no money,
That's why I have dreams for new Bosnian days, that are coming...
And my little one gets up at night and writes,
Some slogans on the wall and says...
For or against, for or against,
Everyone has a damn reason to leave, for or against...
For or against, for or against,
Everyone has a reason to stay, for or against...
I was born in Bosnia, and I was in the war,
Thank God, Dayton, I caught the fog right away...
I had enough of war images,
I said "Fuck you Balkan people", straight to motherfucking America...
How I got here, the story is really funny,
I went to Zagreb for two, three interviews...
They found me a sponsor, some guy from New York,
To give me money for a ticket, because I didn't have my own salary...
Goodbye politicians and your armies,
Goodbye nationalists, goodbye dividers of Bosnia...
Goodbye arbitrations and other hassles,
Goodbye cockroaches, as ŠUPAK NELE says...
For all of you down there, I don't give a damn,
I'll watch your stupid faces on CNN...
The further I am from you, the better I feel,
I won't let anyone make my child kill today or tomorrow...
How, Yes, No, that is, of course,
I learned English in six months...
I informed everyone that I settled in nicely here,
That I found a job and got along with the women...
I bought a house, I had a child,
My wife goes to some American things...
My thoughts sometimes fly to the Sava River,
But I kill that longing with peace, New York-style weed...
It's hard here, it's even harder in Bosnia,
Only family, the past binds me to it...
And I'm chilling with my crew, my belly is getting bigger,
Far from the Bosnian hell, only happiness around me...
Happiness around me, growing every day,
Happiness around me, growing every day...
For or against, for or against,
Everyone has a reason to leave, for or against...