Nemoj se bojat - Edo Maajka

Milic na Jutel-u, stari otvara butelju

Isprobava fotelju, kaze «opet seru

I slovenci a evo sad i ovi nasi»

Ja uplaseno malo dijete

Vjerovao sam tati kad je reko'

«nemoj te se bojat pa svijet nas

Nece prodat, nece to tako hodat'

Svako zna da nas cuva JNA

Mi smo djeca Jugosloveni

Nemoj te se bojat vjerujte meni»

Haj dobro, prolaze praznici razni

A komsiluk se lagano prazni

Pametni prodaju kuce

Mi se djeca igramo klikera

Gdje je 90-te ubijen Muce

Kod Zuce iz Vukovara dosla tetka

Prica muz joj ubijen sa dva metka

I to pred njezinim ocima

Stari nije spavo nocima

Na fotelji samo sjedio i razmisljo

Nije ni pomisljo da bijezimo

«nece ba nas, nece nas»

Jedni druge po kuci tjesimo

Mati se brine kaze

«nemoj se bojat sine

Idemo sutra na svadbu kod nase strine

Sutra se zene Mahir i nasa mala Alma»

«dobro necu se bojat mama»

— zvuk granate —

Kaj je kaj, kuzis bu i nebu

Tako pricaju ovde u Zagrebu

Posto sam purger na neodredjeno vrijeme

Uklopio sam se u sve Zagrebacke seme

Kad imam probleme odem do Save

Al' sjecanja iz glave se tesko zaborave

Od kad sam cuo za Dayton

Zamisljam ispred kuce beton

Sjecam se starog sa cigaretom

Tesko je bez roditelja bit 4 ljeta

A cudno je ici u zemlju s' pun kurac entiteta

Cudno, kad vise nisi izbjeglica, kad hodas po gradu

A ne znas ni jednog lica, sami stranci a svi bosanci

Po ulicama naoruzani Amerikanci

Sve je isto a ustvari nista nije

Jedino mati i otac puno mrsaviji nego prije

Otac pije, reko' «de nam natoci dvije»

Dok u drugu toci vidim zasuzise mu oci

Kaze: «sine, proslo se pun kurac toga

Al' ipak vidis da ima nekakvog Boga

Ma bice ovo Svicarska bice zemlja snova

Bice svega sad je vlast nova»

«dobro je ba stari pa nemoj mu srat»

Iz druge sobe vice moj stariji brat

«Edo mozes birat Australija, Kanada

Ja imam motiv ovdje ne postoji nikakva nada

Samo veze, stela, ilegalna djela

Hajmo zajedno vani da nam djeca budu debela»

Rekoh «sorry buraz al' ja cu ostat'

Kad mi dodje crno tabletama se rokat

Domace vino lokat, fino je tamo fakat

Al' ovdje kad se budem boj’o bar cu imat s nekim plakat»

Nemoj bojat se, sine moj!

Kad cujes korake, sine moj

Nemoj plakat sve, sine moj!

Ma bice dobro sve, sine moj!

Budi mi silan i dobro mi stoj!

Milic on Jutel, the old man opens the bottle

He tries on the armchair, he says, “shit again

And Slovenians, and now here are ours »

I scared the little kid

I trusted Dad when he said '

"Don't be afraid of the world

They won't sell, they won't walk like that '

Everyone knows that the JNA is guarding us

We are Yugoslav children

Don't be afraid, trust me »

Hi well, the holidays are over

And the neighborhood is slowly emptying

Smart sell houses

We kids play marbles

Where Muce was killed in the 90s

An aunt came to Zuca from Vukovar

She tells her husband was killed with two bullets

And in front of her eyes

The old man did not sleep at night

I just sat in the armchair and thought

He didn't even think we were running away

"They don't want us, they don't want us"

We comfort each other around the house

Mother worries she says

"Don't be afraid, son."

We're going to our aunt's wedding tomorrow

Tomorrow Mahir and our little Alma are getting married »

"Well, I won't be afraid, Mom."

- the sound of a grenade -

What is what, kuzis bu i nebu

That's what they say here in Zagreb

Since I am a purger indefinitely

I fit into all the seeds of Zagreb

When I have problems, I go to Sava

But the memories in my head are hard to forget

Ever since I heard about Dayton

I imagine concrete in front of the house

I remember the old man with the cigarette

It's hard to be without parents for 4 summers

And it's weird to go to a country with a dick full of entities

Strange, when you are no longer a refugee, when you walk around the city

And you don't know a single person, foreigners themselves and all Bosnians

Armed Americans on the streets

Everything is the same and in fact nothing is

Only mother and father much thinner than before

My father drank, he said, "Where will you pour us two?"

As I see the other point, his eyes water

He says: “Son, it's been a dick

But you still see that there is a God

This will be Switzerland, it will be a dream country

There will be everything, now the government is new »

"He's fine, old man, so don't give a shit"

My older brother is shouting from the other room

“Edo you can choose Australia, Canada

I have a motive here there is no hope

Only connections, stelae, illegal acts

Let's go out together to make our children fat »

I said 'sorry bro but I'll stay'

When the black pills come to me, they roar

Homemade wine locat, fine there in fact

But here, when I'm afraid, at least I'll have a poster with someone »

Fear not, my son!

When you hear footsteps, my son

Don't cry everything, my son!

Everything will be fine, my son!

Be strong and stand well for me!