Pismo Elvisu - Zabranjeno pušenje

O Elvise tako sam sretna

imam veliki stan u centru Manhattana

sa Tom Waitsom svira moj muz

bijeli je covjek al' ima dusu za blues

Sjetim se nekad na sretne dane

kad smo jeli baklavu kod moje nane

New York je hladan, nijedan jaran

nikoga nema da mu dodjes na Bajram

Zasto sam morala pobjeci glupo

mozda sam mogla izvuci uslov

al' dzaba sloboda, lijekovi, pare

kad od tebe traze da izdas drugare

Od mene niko nije tuzniji bio

kada sam cula da je pogin’o Zijo

prosla su ona sretna vremena

i ja sam danas drukcija zena

Dal' si se i ti posvetio djeci

obec’o si dati moje ime kcerci

gledaj da budu posteni i zlatni

ne daj da postanu zli narkomani

O Elvise, ja nisam sretna

imalo me je pola Manhattana

rodjenu majku bih prodala sada

kada mi treba tih pola grama

Na kraju da ti pozelim srecu

Sarajevo vise vidjeti necu

kad se po gradu upale rakete

stavi ruku na srce i sjeti se mene

Oh Elvis, I'm so happy

I have a big apartment in downtown Manhattan

with Tom Waits playing my husband

he is a white man but he has a soul for blues

I remember happy days sometimes

when we ate baklava at my grandmother's

New York is cold, no buddy

you will never come to him on Eid

Why I had to run away stupid

maybe I could get the condition out

but free freedom, medicines, money

when they ask you to betray your friends

No one was sadder than me

when I heard that Zijo was killed

those happy times are over

and I am a different woman today

Did you dedicate yourself to children?

you promised to give my name to your daughter

try to be honest and golden

don't let them become evil addicts

Oh Elvis, I'm not happy

I had half of Manhattan

I would sell my birth mother now

when I need those half grams

In the end, I wish you luck

I will not see Sarajevo again

when rockets hit the city

put your hand on your heart and remember me