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Karabaja

Ponekad nocu, kada nema svjetla
i ne vidi se put od kise i od vjetra
sjetim se njega, Karabaja...
I tu pocinje ta prica, negdje nasred Trebevica
auto mi je stao u mraku ko iz krimica
strava prava, Karabaja...

Kad kroz zavjesu od kise
pridje covjek ko da klize
kozna jakna puna sjaja, pruza ruku
rece kratko, Karabaja...

Ja sam biker, nisam rauber
'ajde, prosetaj do haube
mozda napravimo nesto
od te tvoje robe s greskom
rece sa smjeskom.

Ma, pusti, prdn'o je u sisu
a on samo rece tisu
i dok rukama si pljesn'o
stari auto vec je kresn'o.
Strava prava, Karabaja...

Rekoh sebi, simpa junkie
e, bas cu pricat' Branki
hajmo nesto popit'
covjek si cudan, al' duhovit.
Neka hvala, Karabaja

I jos mi je rek'o, prije neg' je nest'o
dole u Harley baru pronadji moju raju
reci da sam te ja posl'o
i da ti srede motor
dobar si covjek, imas jaja
pozdravlja te Karabaja, Karabaja, Karabaja...

Ref. 2x
Karabaja mora dalje
Karabaja naci mora
Karabaja ne moze na nebo
otic' bez motora

To be continued...

Parkiram se, udjem u Harley bar
i upratim, tu sam covjek vrlo stran
like a krme in Teheran
osjetim poglede na sebi
i da se smot'o ne bi
prvi progovaram, sve vas pozdravlja Karabaja

Nasta muk u kafani
niko nista nije pit'o
atmosfera je bila
ko kad je umro Tito, najveci sin

Pridje mi stariji roker
ma, jesi normalan, jeb'o te
Karabaja se, ljepoto
davno rast'o sa zivotom.
Izb'o ga stoper, ukr'o mu motor

Ref. 3x

Karabaja mora dalje
Karabaja naci mora
Karabaja ne moze na nebo
otic' bez motora

Karabaja

Sometimes at night, when there's no light
and the road can't be seen for the rain and wind
I remember him, Karabaja...
And that's where the story begins, somewhere in the middle of Trebević
my car broke down in the dark, like in a thriller
pure terror, Karabaja...

When through the curtain of rain
a man approaches as if gliding
leather jacket full of shine, he extends his hand
says shortly, Karabaja...

I'm a biker, not a robber
come on, walk to the hood
maybe we can do something
with your faulty ride
he said with a smile.

Well, forget it, it's busted
and he just said shush
and while you clapped your hands
the old car already started.
Pure terror, Karabaja...

I said to myself, nice junkie
oh, I'll tell Branka about this
let's have a drink
you're a strange guy, but witty.
No thanks, Karabaja

And he told me, before he disappeared
down at the Harley bar, find my crew
tell them I sent you
and they'll fix your engine
you're a good man, you've got guts
Karabaja sends his regards, Karabaja, Karabaja, Karabaja...

Chorus 2x
Karabaja must go on
Karabaja must find
Karabaja can't go to heaven
without a motorcycle

To be continued...

I park, enter the Harley bar
and I notice, I'm a very strange man here
like a pig in Tehran
I feel the stares on me
and even if I got high
I speak first, Karabaja sends his regards to all of you

Silence fell in the bar
nobody asked anything
the atmosphere was
like when Tito died, the greatest son

An older rocker approached me
are you crazy, damn you
Karabaja, my dear,
parted with life long ago.
A hitchhiker stabbed him, stole his motorcycle

Chorus 3x

Karabaja must go on
Karabaja must find
Karabaja can't go to heaven
without a motorcycle