Текст и перевод песни Zabranjeno Pušenje - Pamtim To Kao Da Je Bilo Danas

Pamtim To Kao Da Je Bilo Danas

Pamtim to kao da je bilo danas
Kad′ je babo Atif otiš'o 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 nska nostalgija vuče
I daće se vratit′ kad mu bude ćeif

A mi smo djeca čučali ispod jorgana
Komšiluk vik'o Fatma, bona, pusti hajvana
Vratiće se on samo da propije sve

Al' prođe od tad′ 13 Bajrama
Babo Atif se ne vrati k nama
Kažu da ga je kod Hadžića satr′o voz

A ja sam uletio u Fačinu raju
Šverco kafu, bunario po tramvaju, prodavo farmerke
Mislio sam da za to imam nekog šlifa
I zaboravio riječi rahmetli babe Atifa
U rijetkim trenutcima kad je ovaj bio trijezan
Sine, veli, ko igra za raju i zanemaruje taktiku
Završit će karijeru u nižerazrednom "Vratniku"
Hajd' reko...

I fakat kad murija ufati Omera
I ovaj propjeva poslije dva šamara
I reče o raji sve sto 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 trenutcima kad je ovaj bio trijezan
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
When Grandfather Atif left us
A beer in his hand, an FK Sarajevo badge on his lapel

He said he was tired of women, children, and the house
And that nostalgia was calling him
And that he would come back when he felt like it

And we children sat under the covers
The neighbors shouting, "Fatma, let the man go"
He'll come back only to drink everything away

But 13 Bayramas have passed since then
Grandfather Atif hasn't come back to us
They say a train crushed him at Hadžići

And I plunged into Fačina's paradise
I smuggled coffee, went crazy on the tram, sold jeans
I thought I had some kind of talent for it
And I forgot the words of the late Grandfather Atif
In the rare moments when he was sober
My boy, he would say, whoever plays for the mob and ignores tactics
Will end his career in the lower-class "Vratnik"
Come on, man...

And sure enough, when the party caught up with Omer
And he started singing after two slaps
And he said everything he knew about the mob
He had forgotten all the joint actions
He had forgotten all the joint parties
He had forgotten how I saved him
And that little Draga
Twice from trouble

And now, in the peace of the remand prison
I think about the words of the late Grandfather Atif
In the rare moments when he was sober
My boy, he would say, whoever plays for the mob and ignores tactics
Will end his career in the lower-class "Vratnik"