Текст и перевод песни Zabranjeno pušenje - Abid & Srce ruke i lopata (Live)

Abid & Srce ruke i lopata (Live)

Preskočim kanal
Pogledam na tle
I vidim tebe Abide
Abide reci nam de
Šta to tvoje ruke rade

Udarnički rade burazere
Da bude gasa za sve
Sve u sklopu akcije
Zaštite naše okoline

Abide reci nam de
Otkud za to finansije

Dva posto svake plate
Niko od nas nije rekao ne

Abide reci nam de
Hoće l' biti bolje za godinu, dv'je

Sarajevo najmiliji grade
Popravili smo te do Olimpijade

Domovina naša je rodila
Hiljade i hiljade junaka
Jedan od tih delija
To je moj komšija Avdija

Nije bio on niti bombaš
Nije bio on niti sportista
Sve što je imao od oružja
To su srce, ruke i lopata

Zemlja je bila srušena
Valjalo se dizati iz pepela
Radio je tad' Avdija
K'o što radi deset armija

Jednog je dana, 23. oktobra
Zlatna značka udarna
Zasjala na njegovim grudima

Njegov je dan udaran
A njegov san je
Hiljadu tona za jedan dan

Njegov je dan udaran
A njegov san je
Hiljadu tona za jedan dan

Dođoše nova vremena
Izgubi se negdje Avdija
Zaboravili smo svi na njega
Imamo dovoljno bagera

Samo ponekad
Pred prvi maj
Zovne ga direktor osnovne
Da uveliča proslave
Priča anegdote i podvige

Tog dana Avdija
Pokupi plakete i ordenje
U okičenom razredu
Počasno mjesto zauzme

Prije nego pred klince izađe
Koju ljutu popije
Kao pjesnik što ne vjeruje
U vlastite stihove

Njegov je dan udaran
A njegov san
Hiljadu tona za jedan dan

Njegov je dan udaran
A njegov san
Hiljadu tona za jedan dan

Kubika, kubika, kubika, kubika
Samo hoću da cigaru zapalim

Abid & Heart, Hands and a Shovel (Live)

I jump over the canal,
Look down at the ground,
And I see you, Abid.
Abid, tell us, man,
What are your hands doing?

Working hard, brother,
So there's enough gas for everyone.
All part of the campaign
To protect our environment.

Abid, tell us, man,
Where'd you get the funding?

Two percent of every paycheck,
None of us said no.

Abid, tell us, man,
Will it be better in a year or two?

Sarajevo, dearest city,
We fixed you up for the Olympics.

Our homeland gave birth
To thousands and thousands of heroes.
One of those brave lads
Is my neighbor Avdija.

He wasn't a bomber,
He wasn't an athlete.
All the weapons he had
Were his heart, hands, and a shovel.

The land was destroyed,
We had to rise from the ashes.
Avdija worked then
Like ten armies.

One day, October 23rd,
A golden shock worker badge
Shone on his chest.

His day is a working day,
And his dream is
A thousand tons in a day.

His day is a working day,
And his dream is
A thousand tons in a day.

New times came,
Avdija got lost somewhere.
We all forgot about him,
We have enough excavators.

Only sometimes,
Before May Day,
The elementary school principal calls him
To grace the celebrations,
Tell anecdotes and stories of his feats.

That day, Avdija
Gathers his plaques and medals.
In the decorated classroom,
He takes his place of honor.

Before he goes out to the kids,
He drinks some hard liquor,
Like a poet who doesn't believe
In his own verses.

His day is a working day,
And his dream
A thousand tons in a day.

His day is a working day,
And his dream
A thousand tons in a day.

Cubic meters, cubic meters, cubic meters, cubic meters,
I just want to light a cigarette.