Текст и перевод песни Helem Nejse feat. Marko Louis & Marko Stojanović Louis - Kabadahija (ft. Marko Louis)

Kabadahija (ft. Marko Louis)

Lina je došla u Sarajevo da studira FSK,
Boris je s Čengić Vile, radi u SSH.
Upoznali su se jednom kod jarana Samija,
Poznatog u raji po pravljenju strašnih partija.
Porukica, kafica, poljubac i rakija,
Na seks ih je slučajno prenijelo ko Lakija.
Obostrana fizika kao jo-jo,
Odma su znali da je to to.
Al′ Ena je još nešto od početka znala,
Odakle dolazi i koja je mahala.
Od majke Selmice i oca Fočo Kemice,
Iz mjesta Doboj, kod Kaknja, kod Zenice.

Ti si moj narod, religija, nacija,
Moja politika i generacija.
Jedina država i okupacija,
Klub za koji navijam i reprezentacija.

Pravdala se najboljoj drugarici Nini:
"Nije musliman!" - "nisam ni ja izvini."
Al' problem je bio u tom što to nije smetalo njoj,
Nego kako to da rasčisti sa familijom.
A jednu noć je baš Nina zvala,
Kod Samija na dernek, nekako je premuntala.
Tamo je bio i Boris, pjan, prepušen,
Ona je isto tako popila previše
I samo od sebe, krenulo je sve opet,
Bio je kod nje od pet, ona kod njeg od pet do pet.
Ali kući kad se vratila za Bajram,
Stari je sazn′o, sazn'o je i cijeli Kakanj.

Ti si moj narod, religija, nacija,
Moja politika i generacija.
Jedina država i okupacija,
Klub za koji navijam i reprezentacija.

Ti si moj narod, religija, nacija,
Moja politika i generacija.
Jedina država i okupacija,
Klub za koji navijam i reprezentacija.

Nisam ti platio fakultet da se kurvaš
Već da učiš, jesi l' čula
U Tursku ćeš kod tetke, tako mi Alaha
U Saraj′vo sam te posl′o misleći da nema Vlaha

Al' kad je Boris čuo za to, istrč′o je ljut,
Sjeo je u auto, pumpa pravac autoput.
Nedostupna, preko Nine, sazn'o je adresu,
"Nemoš fulit, žuta kuća, čim prođeš česmu"
Rodica joj javila je za suludu špicu,
Kroz prozor pobjegla je, ušla je u dvicu.
Pravac Sarajevo – grad ispod Trebevića,
Gdje još uvijek ima pravo dobrih priča.

Ti si moj narod, religija, nacija,
Moja politika i generacija.
Jedina država i okupacija,
Klub za koji navijam i reprezentacija

Kabadahija, kakav kabadahija,
Kabadahija, kakav kabadahija.

Kabadahija (ft. Marko Louis)

Lina came to Sarajevo to study journalism, naturally,
Boris is from Čengić Vile, he works at the S&H.
They met at Sami's, a friend of theirs,
Known in the hood for throwing legendary parties.
Texts, a coffee, a kiss, and rakija,
Lakija, as if by accident, got them laid.
A great physical match, like a yo-yo,
They knew what they had was special, you know.
But Lina had known something else from the start,
Where he was from and what neighborhood he was a part of.
From mother Selmica, father Fočo Kemica,
From Doboj, near Kakanj, near Zenica.

You are my people, my religion, my ethnicity,
My politics, my generation, my everything.
My only country, my only occupation,
The team I root for, my national representation.

She defended herself to her best friend Nina:
"He's not Muslim!" - "I'm not either, honey, if it matters."
But the problem wasn't that it bothered her,
It was how to break it to her family, what they'd infer.
And one night Nina gave her a call,
At Sami's for a party, she'd snuck out after all.
Boris was there too, drunk and out of it,
She had had a few too many as well, she can't deny it.
And out of nowhere, it all started up again,
She was at his place from five, he was at hers from five till five.
But when she went home for the holy Bajram,
Her father found out, and so did all of Kakanj.

You are my people, my religion, my ethnicity,
My politics, my generation, my everything.
My only country, my only occupation,
The team I root for, my national representation.

You are my people, my religion, my ethnicity,
My politics, my generation, my everything.
My only country, my only occupation,
The team I root for, my national representation.

I didn't pay for your education for you to be a whore,
I sent you to study, did you hear me, you whore?
You're going to Turkey, to your aunt's, so help me God,
I sent you to Sarajevo because I thought there were no Serbs there, you fraud.

But when Boris heard about it, he charged out, enraged,
He got in his car, pumped gas, and hit the highway, outraged.
Through Nina, unreachable, he got her address,
"Keep driving, yellow house, right after the fountain."
Her cousin told her he was coming to kick her ass,
She escaped through the window, hid in the grass.
Straight to Sarajevo - city beneath Trebević,
Where there are still some really good stories left to live.

You are my people, my religion, my ethnicity,
My politics, my generation, my everything.
My only country, my only occupation,
The team I root for, my national representation

Kabadahija, what a kabadahija,
Kabadahija, what a kabadahija.