Savske Meduze - Edo Maajka

Gadno je, odvratno je bilo

Viza mi u rukama, a u srcu mi je shilo

U istom je trenutku i sreca i gorcina

Misli o boljim danima, misli o izgubljenim jaranima

Ja dijete, i zena — familija moja i njena

More jarana, na stolu je pivo i hrana

Smijeh i suze, puno domace mjuze: roka Halid

Pjevamo ja i ljudi sto cemi falit

Idem u jedan a zasobom ostavljam drugi svijet

Nije vazno koji je bolji, vazno je da sutra imam let

Ja letim ko savski galeb kad peca

Smijem se stjuardesi, a usebi jecam

Ja dodjoh, evo je Amerika

Tezak jezik, tezak zrak

Al fino spavam, i dobar mi tlak

Svaki pocetak je tezak, al bice lakse

Samo da se neki posao nadje Bice!

Amerika nije rad i znoj

Stulicu lag o si, jeboli te onaj stih tvoj

Amerikanci su supci, ona najgora mraka

Kod njih ti se radi od jutra do mraka

Nema ko kod nas ono: pauzica-kafica-cigara

Kod njih se sve vrti oko para

Nema onog u goste ne najavljen

Sa kesom mesa za rostilja

Kod njih se iz fiseka pije piva (e jebiga)

Al gotiva je plata, standard je jebiga, dobar

Imas za zivot cak i ako si sobar

Jebote covjece, ovdje pecaju samo grgece

I to one vece, manje kulturno bace

Koriste umjetne mamce

Zajebavanu nas Bosance

Jebem im sve

Zena koja mi je iznajmljivala stan

Objasnjavala mi kako se pali TV

(hej meni, bolan, hej — alo)

A u svakoj sobi sam imao po jedan

Da zena gleda serije dok ja fudbal gledam

Joj utakmice ove klinci vam ne jebu ni pet posto

Kod njih je to sve glupo i preprosto zamisli!

Ni ovi nasi sto su dosli nisu isti

Upeli se, fo fol postali gospoda

Ono zavlace kad pricaju

To je sad ovdje moda

You understand, motherf*cker, I m a Bosnian yeah?

Neki dan mi sin rece: Daddy

Odmah sam mu reko:

Odi vamo sjedi — Jeboli ti daddy mater

Za tebe sam babo — a ne daddy — father

Al dobar je on, jelde sine?

Preko kompjutera mi domace muzike skine

On je tu odrasto, sta ce

Nije mu jasno zasto babo place — kad cuje Indekse

Jebiga, pjesma te ponese

Malo te ponese, malo te gusi

Al kad places pase dusi

Tu i tamo, skupa odemo dole

A kad donesemo para

Onda nas dole svi jos vise vole

Misle nama je lako

Pa dobro, jes nam lakse

Al nikog ne zanima kakve su brige nase

Al Sava zna — Sava guta suze

Suzama se hrane moje savske meduze

Al Sava zna — Sava guta suze

Suzama se hrane moje savske meduze

Al suze su gorke — jer su emocije jake

Suze moje, moga oca, seke, brata i majke

Moje, i suze raje, moje i dusmana mojih

Nije bitno cije su, meduza ih voli

Ona ih guta, srce, ona od suza sjaji

Meduza postane lak plijen u mojoj Savi

Stuke jedu meduze, mi jedemo stuke

Opet nas tuga gusi, opet se tresu ruke

Opet iste emocije, opet iste suze

Opet isti strahovi, al su nove meduze

Al Sava zna — Sava guta suze

Suzama se hrane moje savske meduze

Al Sava zna — Sava guta suze

Suzama se hrane moje savske meduze

It's nasty, it was disgusting

The visa is in my hands, and my heart is pounding

There is happiness and bitterness at the same time

Think of better days, thoughts of lost friends

I am a child, and a woman - my family and hers

Sea of ​​jarana, beer and food on the table

Laughter and tears, lots of home-made music: Khalid's hand

I and the people who are missing are singing

I go to one and leave the other world alone

It doesn't matter which is better, it matters that I have a flight tomorrow

I fly like a Sava gull when fishing

I laugh at the flight attendants, and sob at myself

I came, here is America

Heavy tongue, heavy air

But I sleep well, and my blood pressure is good

Every start is hard, but it will be easier

Just to find some work Being!

America is not work and sweat

I'm lying to you, fuck that verse of yours

Americans are assholes, the worst of darkness

They work for you from morning till night

There is no one here: pause-coffee-cigar

With them, everything revolves around money

No one has been announced as a guest

With a bag of grilled meat

They drink beer from fisek (fuck it)

Al gotiva is a salary, the standard is fuck, good

You have for life even if you are a valet

Fuck, man, they only fish perch here

And those bigger, less cultural throws

They use artificial baits

Fucking us Bosnians

Fuck them all

The woman who rented me an apartment

She explained to me how to turn on the TV

(hey me, sick, hey - hello)

And I had one in each room

That a woman watches a series while I watch football

Her games these kids don't fuck you even five percent

With them, it's all stupid and easy to imagine!

Our people who came are not the same

They got up, fo fol became gentlemen

They linger when they talk

It's fashion here now

You understand, motherf * cker, I m a Bosnian yeah?

The other day my son said: Daddy

I immediately told him:

Go sit here - Fuck you daddy mater

To you, I'm a grandmother - not a daddy - a father

But he's good, isn't he, son?

He downloads home music from my computer

He's grown up here, what will

He doesn't understand why Grandma cries - when he hears the Indexes

Fuck, the song takes you

It takes you a little, it chokes you a little

Al kad places pase dusi

Here and there, we go down together

And when we bring money

Then everyone downstairs loves us even more

They think it's easy for us

Well, it's easier for us

But no one cares what our worries are

Al Sava knows - Sava swallows tears

My Sava jellyfish feed on tears

Al Sava knows - Sava swallows tears

My Sava jellyfish feed on tears

But tears are bitter - because emotions are strong

My tears, my father's, sister's, brother's and mother's

Mine, and tears of paradise, mine and my enemies

It doesn't matter who they are, the jellyfish loves them

She swallows them, heart, she shines with tears

Jellyfish become easy prey in my Sava

Stukas eat jellyfish, we eat stukas

Grief suffocates us again, hands shake again

Again the same emotions, again the same tears

Again the same fears, but new jellyfish

Al Sava knows - Sava swallows tears

My Sava jellyfish feed on tears

Al Sava knows - Sava swallows tears

My Sava jellyfish feed on tears