Текст и перевод песни Djordje Balasevic - Aco-Braco

Aco-Braco

Aco-braco, derane moj tršavi
Ti i ja smo država u državi

Pukoše na vražjoj burzi Franjo Josif i Habzburzi
Boljševici cara skefali
Otišo′ na doboš Kajzer ko' poslednji šalabajzer
Samo nama ništa ne fali

Aco-braco derane moj stasiti
Kad si vatra, svi te oće gasiti

Vračaju nam i zavide al′ to valjda tako ide
Samo lepo možeš ružiti
Neg' ogrni jankel štofan, šušte suknje ko' celofan
Zavist valja i zaslužiti

Malo mame, malo ćerke, opajdare, kaćiperke
Kibicuju i zagledaju
Šiparice, gradske šmizle, porumene ko′ ribizle
Kad′ sa nama pripovedaju

Ne bije nas džabe glas, zadeni za šešir klas
I mater vetru, dok je nama nas!

Aco-braco derane moj srditi
Da te grdim, to mi je ko' sebe grditi

Slušaj, to il′ nemaš ili imaš, da te s' vrata spazi primaš
Gušt je dati a ne stiskati
Nije gazda kesa šuplja, što budzašto novce skuplja
Gazda je ko′ ume spiskati

Malo mame, malo ćerke, opajdare, kaćiperke
Kibicuju i zagledaju
Šiparice, gradske šmizle, porumene ko' ribizle
Kad′ sa nama pripovedaju

Ne bije džabe glas, zadeni za šešir klas
I mater vetru dok je nama nas!

Aco-braco, derane moj čestiti
Bog nek' gleda di će koga smestiti

Od Bođana do Opova, sila hulja i lopova
Koji grabe šta odaberu
Od Opova do Bođana još je dobrih Vojvođana
Da im s' neba leba naberu

Malo mame, malo ćerke...

Aco-Braco

Aco-braco, my thorny pal
You and I are a state within a state

They blew on the devil's stock market Francis Joseph and the Habsburgs
The Bolsheviks killed the Tsar
Kaiser left for the drum as the last loser
We alone are doing fine

Aco-braco my tall pal
When you're fire, everybody wants to put you out

They return and envy us but that's probably how it goes
You can only talk sweetly
Instead, put on a west of jankel fabric, skirts swishing like cellophane
Envy has to be deserved

A little bit of mother, a little bit of daughter, gold diggers, fashionistas
They cheer and stare
Dressmakers, city snobs, blushing like gooseberries
When they talk to us

Our reputation is not in vain, put a class on your hat
And tell the wind off, while we are here!

Aco-braco my angry pal
If I scold you, it's like scolding myself

Listen, you either have it or you don't, so that ladies' faces light up when you walk through the doors
It's nice to give and not to be tight
A host isn't a host with an empty wallet, who collects money for no reason
A host is one who knows how to sing for his supper

A little bit of mother, a little bit of daughter, gold diggers, fashionistas
They cheer and stare
Dressmakers, city snobs, blushing like gooseberries
When they talk to us

Reputation is not in vain, put a class on your hat
And tell the wind off, while we are here!

Aco-braco, my honest pal
May God look after where he'll place us

From Bođani to Opovo, a lot of rascals and crooks
Who are grabbing whatever they choose
From Opovo to Bođani there are still good Vojvodans
For them to pick bread from the sky

A little bit of mother, a little bit of daughter...