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Pamtim to kao da je bilo danas

Pamtim to kao da je bilo danas
Kad je babo Atif otišo od nas
U ruci mu piva, za reverom značka FK Sarajeva
Kazo je da mu je dosta žene i djece i kuće i da ga 'nako nostalgija vuče
I da će se vratit kad mu bude ćeif
A mi smo, djeca, čučali ispod jorgana
Komšiluk viko: "Fatma, bona, pusti hajvana
Vratit će se on, samo da propije sve"
Al' prođe od tad 13 bajrama, ali Babo Atif se ne vrati k nama
Kažu da ga je kod Hadžića satro voz
A ja sam uletio u Faćinu raju, šverco kafu, bunario po tramvaju, prodavao farmerke
Mislio sam da za to imam nekog šlifa i zaboravio riječi rahmetli babe Atifa
U rijetkim trenucima kad je ovaj bio trijezan
"Sine", veli, "ko igra za raju i zanemaruje taktiku
Završit će karijeru u nižerazrednom Vratniku"
Haj, reko
I fakat, kad murija ufati Omera
I ovaj propjeva poslije dva šamara i reče o raji sve što zna
Zaboravio je bio sve zajedničke akcije
Zaboravio je bio sve zajedničke derneke
Zaboravio je bio kako sam njega i onog malog Dragu dvaput spasio od belaja
I sada u miru istražnog zatvora
Razmišljam o riječima rahmetli babe Atifa
U rijetkim trenucima kad je ovaj bio trijezan, kazo je
"Sine", veli, "ko igra za raju i zanemaruje taktiku
Završit će karijeru u nižerazrednom Vratniku"

I Remember It Like It Was Yesterday

I remember it like it was yesterday, darling,
When my old man Atif left us.
Beer in his hand, an FK Sarajevo badge on his lapel.
He said he was sick of his wife, kids, and house, and that nostalgia was pulling him away.
He said he’d be back when he felt like it.
And us kids, we huddled under the blankets.
The neighbors yelled, "Fatma, honey, let the bum go!
He'll be back, just let him drink his fill."
But 13 Bayrams have passed since then, and my old man Atif hasn't come back to us.
They say a train hit him near Hadžići.
And I fell into Faća's paradise, smuggling coffee, hustling on the tram, selling jeans.
I thought I had a knack for it, and forgot the words of my dear departed old man Atif.
In the rare moments when he was sober,
He'd say, "Son, whoever plays for the gang and neglects tactics,
Will end his career in lower-league Vratnik."
Yeah, right, I thought.
And indeed, when the cops caught Omer,
And he sang like a canary after two slaps, told them everything he knew about the gang,
He’d forgotten all our shared operations.
He’d forgotten all our shared parties.
He’d forgotten how I saved him and little Drago from trouble twice.
And now, in the peace of investigative custody,
I’m thinking about the words of my dear departed old man Atif.
In the rare moments when he was sober, he said,
"Son, whoever plays for the gang and neglects tactics,
Will end his career in lower-league Vratnik."