Ibro Dirka - Zabranjeno pušenje

Kunem vam se, rahmetom mi dedinim

Iako se u tu svirku ne razumjem bas

Da nikad niko nije znao 'armoniku svirat

Kao mali Ibro, Ibro Dirka nas

Kada pocme dernek I kad on zasvira

Ne bi stigo reci ni bismillah

Vec bi lupo glavom I lomio bi case

Vec bi te Ibro bacio u sevdah

Al ubrzo za Ibru cuse ljudi sa estrade

I pocese njuskati po nasoj mahali

Svaki Ibri pice placa

Svaki deset prsta Ibrinih hvali

Ibro poce pricati o parama o slavi

Mi ga odgovarasmo Ibro ne budali

Ti si nesto drugo, ti armonikom ljecis bol

Na estradi sve je lazno, na estradi sve je fol

Samo da ti kazem nesto za Ibru — Ja, ja — Dode Mercedes po njega I on ode.

-Ja, ja

Ode u armonicare I posta popularan.

— Eno ga bolan, gled’o sam sliku,

sa Brenom bio

S oba Halida se sliko.

Jel zivota ti.

Jes majke mi

Covjece, on je vuko curulu nosila bed da joj se zna prednja strana

I sad evo hoda I s ovom I s onom — Ozrenka

Daj nam bogati dvije pive I reci muzici malo tise — I nije mi nekako zadovoljan

Znam ja, dusevan covjek, ne da on da ga se daraci, da ga daracu oni snimatelji

— Ogulise ga -Cekaj Bil ti to dopustio?

Stani podji od sebe

Ali nije ni to.

Ne daju mu bolan da sevdah svira.

Raja trazi

Veselo.

Tko ce slusat tudju muku

Al jednog jutra udje Ibro u mahalu sam

Isti Gari Kuper, sve je licilo na san

Na licu mu vise ne bi sjene koju tuga pravi

Mahalu, sevdah, Ibro nije mogo da zaboravi

Ibro nije htio para

Ibro ce vazda bit fukara

I odma neki pocese da blate Ibrin lik

Al samo prava raja je znala u cemu je trik

Nije ti Ibro jarane nas fukara, Ibro ti je defakto umjetnik

Shvacas?

I swear to you, my grandfather's mercy

Although I don't really understand that gig

That no one ever knew how to play the accordion

Like little Ibro, Ibro Races us

When the party starts and when he plays

I wouldn't even get to say bismillah

He would already be banging his head and breaking glasses

Ibro would have thrown you into sevdah already

But soon people from the stage hear about Ibra

And he began to sniff at our neighborhood

Every Ibri pizza pays

Every ten fingers Ibrain praises

Ibro starts talking about money for fame

We answered him Ibro not fools

You are something else, you cure pain with an accordion

On the stage, everything is fake, on the stage, everything is fol

Just to tell you something about Ibra - Me, me - Mercedes came for him and he left.

-Yeah, yeah

He went to the accordion and became popular.

- There he is, I'm looking at the picture,

he was with Bren

With both Halids take a picture.

Is it your life.

Yes, my mother

Man, he wore a curula wearing a bed to let her know the front

And now here's a walk with this and that - Ozrenka

Give us two rich beers and tell the music a little quieter - And he's not happy with me

I know, soulful man, he doesn't want to be gifted, he should be gifted by those cameramen

- Peel it - Wait, did you let that happen?

Stop away from yourself

But neither is that.

They do not give him the pain to play sevdah.

Raja is looking for

Happy.

Who will listen to someone else's torment

But one morning Ibro entered the neighborhood alone

The same Gary Cooper, it all looked like a dream

There would no longer be the shadow of sorrow on his face

Mahala, sevdah, Ibro could not forget

Ibro didn't want money

Ibro will always be a fucker

And immediately some began to slander Ibra's face

But only true paradise knew what the trick was

Ibro is not your friend, Ibro is de facto an artist

You understand?