Текст и перевод песни Zabranjeno Pusenje - Pismo Elvisu

Pismo Elvisu

O Elvise tako sam sretna
Imam veliki stan u centru Manhattana
Sa Tom Waitsom svira moj muz
Bijeli je covjek al′ ima dusu za blues
Sjetim se nekad na sretne dane
Kad smo jeli baklavu kod moje nane
New York je hladan, nijedan jaran
Nikoga nema da mu dodjes na Bajram
Zasto sam morala pobjeci glupo
Mozda sam mogla izvuci uslov
Al' dzaba sloboda, lijekovi, pare
Kad od tebe traze da izdas drugare
Od mene niko nije tuzniji bio
Kada sam cula da je pogin′o Zijo
Prosla su ona sretna vremena
I ja sam danas drukcija zena
Dal' si se i ti posvetio djeci
Obec'o si dati moje ime kcerci
Gledaj da budu posteni i zlatni
Ne daj da postanu zli narkomani
O Elvise, ja nisam sretna
Imalo me je pola Manhattana
Rodjenu majku bih prodala sada
Kada mi treba tih pola grama
Na kraju da ti pozelim srecu
Sarajevo vise vidjeti necu
Kad se po gradu upale rakete
Stavi ruku na srce i sjeti se mene

Letter to Elvis

Oh Elvis, I am so happy
I have a big apartment in the center of Manhattan
My husband plays with Tom Waits
He's a white man, but he has a soul for the blues
I remember back in those happy days
When we ate baklava at my grandmother's
New York is cold, not a single friend
There's no one to invite you over for Bajram
Why did I have to flee, stupid me?
Maybe I could have gotten out on parole
But freedom, medication, and money are useless
When they ask you to betray your friends
No one has ever been sadder than I
When I heard that Zijo was killed
Those happy times are gone
And I am a different woman today
Have you also dedicated yourself to your children?
You promised to name your daughter after me
See that they are honest and kind
Don't let them become evil drug addicts
Oh Elvis, I am not happy
I am alone in half of Manhattan
I would sell my own mother now
When I need those half a gram
In the end, I wish you happiness
I will never see Sarajevo again
When the rockets ignite over the city
Put your hand on your heart and remember me