Below is the lyrics of the song Aco-Braco , artist - Đorđe Balašević with translation
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Đorđe Balašević
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 valda 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
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
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
Aco-Braco, derane my hard
You and I are a state within a state:
They cracked on the damn stock market
Francis Joseph and the Habsburgs
The Bolsheviks embezzled the emperor
They go to the Kaiser drum
Like the last shalabayzer
Only we lack nothing
Aco-Braco, derane my stature
When you're on fire, everyone will put you out
They give us back envy
Is that how it goes?
You can only blush nicely
Neg, put on a yankel cloth
Skirts rustle like cellophane
Envy is well deserved
A little mom, a little daughter
Opajdare, kaćiperke
They nod and stare
Pomegranates, city squirrels
Yellow like currants
When they tell stories with us
We are not beaten for free
Hit for a hat class
And mother wind while we are us
Aco-Braco, derane my anger
To scold you
It's like scolding myself
You either don't have it or you have it
To receive you from the door you receive
It is a pleasure to give and not to squeeze
The boss is not a hollow bag
Which makes money more expensive
The boss is who knows how to pee
Aco-Braco, my dear derane
God watch
Where will they set up?
From Bodjan to Opovo
The power of thugs and thieves
Who grab what they choose
From Opovo to Bođan
There are still good citizens of Vojvodina
Let them gather bread from heaven
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