Текст и перевод песни Zabranjeno Pušenje - Fildžan Viška

Fildžan Viška

Sezdeset deveta
Moj stari i ja na biciklima
Pa pravac Ilidza, put rijeka livada
Gdje teferici raja iz Sarajeva
Cebe pivara, rostilj i odbojka
Sve sareno poput cilima
A sa radia Plima od Indexa
I vijesti iz Vijetnama
I stari rece tad, vidis, tu svako zna
Politika je prosta stvar
Kafu kad zakuhas fildzan se ostavlja
Ako ko naidje, jebi ga
To ovdje svako zna
Ref.
To je raja iz Sarajeva
To ovdje svako zna
Raja iz Sarajeva
Iz moga Sarajeva
Osamdeset cetvrte je pao snijeg
I skupio se citav svijet
Pa skije na rame i sanke u ruke
Put rajske doline
Begovu dzamiju nekom
Kauboju jalija prodala
Strendzeri skontali da slava i novcici
Nisu najvazniji u votazi
I stari rece tad
Vidis, sada citav svijet zna
Da postoji grad
Gdje se kafa zakuha i fildzan ostavlja
Ako ko naidje, jebi ga
To ovdje svako zna
Ref.
Proljece devedeset druge
Vreli celik raznese
Sve komsiluke i sve derneke
Kaze se, sve do sada je laz i obmana
Zavjera ustasko-dzihadska
I upali foluska
I stari rece tad cisteci zgarista
Ne zalim zutog jugu, a ni stan
Vec to vise nikada kafu kad zakuham
Fildzan necu ostavljat′
Ako ko naidje, jebi ga
To sada svako zna
To je raja iz Sarajeva
Iz moga Sarajeva
Raja iz Sarajeva
Iz moga Sarajeva

A Cup of Coffee Too Many

Nineteen sixty-nine
My old man and me on our bikes
Off to Ilidza, along the path by the river
Where the folks from Sarajevo go to chill
With beer and barbecue and volleyball
Everything's colorful like a circus
And on the radio, Index from Plima
And news from Vietnam
And my old man says, you see, here everyone knows
Politics is simple
When you make coffee, leave the cup
If anyone comes by, f--- them
That's what everyone knows here
Ref.
That's the crowd from Sarajevo
That's what everyone knows here
The crowd from Sarajevo
From my Sarajevo
Eighty-four, the snow fell
And everyone came together
And skis on their shoulders and sleds in their hands
To the Paradise Valley
Someone sold the Bey's Mosque
To some cowboy in a yacht
The strangers realized that fame and money
Aren't the most important things in life
And my old man says
You see, now the whole world knows
That there's a city
Where people make coffee and leave the cup
If anyone comes by, f--- them
That's what everyone knows here
Ref.
Spring of ninety-two
Molten steel tore it all down
All the neighborhoods and all the taverns
They say it was all a lie, an illusion
A plot between the Ustashas and the jihadists
And the sh--- hit the fan
And my old man says, as he cleans the burned land
I won't curse the south or the apartment
But I'll never leave the cup
When I make coffee
If anyone comes by, f--- them
That's what everyone knows now
That's the crowd from Sarajevo
From my Sarajevo
The crowd from Sarajevo
From my Sarajevo