Tri Ratna Havera - Zabranjeno pušenje

Noc pred gasenje Olimpijskoga plamena

strasni dernek pravili smo Mufa, Kiki i ja

kroz zivote nam je curila mladost

kao potok sto tece kroz kras

sve sto se ima, tu je, na stolu

nista nije ostalo za nas

Govorio je tad' moj debeli stric

nekad' kroz suze, a nekad' kroz smijeh

za svu vasu zajebanciju

jednom cete platiti ceh

Noc pred paljenje naoruzanog naroda

zadnji put sjedili smo Mufa, Kiki i ja

tri jarana, tri price, tri strana jezika

rasli smo na istoj zemlji, al' iz raznih korjena

Mufa je srao o ljudskim pravima

Kiki je kuk’o da mu slabi vid

ispred nas je stajao pakao

a izmedju nas, kineski zid

Mufa, Kiki i ja

Nekad' padne nadvojvoda

nekad' stari svat

ne zna se cija je glava prva

tako ovdje pocinje rat

Mufa je znao kome pripada

spreman je docekao i taj dan

ja sam se bio ispario

a Kiki je ostao da kreci stan

Preko CNN-a gledao sam Mufu

sa heklerom i u tenama

kaze, on brani svoj grad

a ko ne brani grad, za njega je smrad

Kiki je znao da je ta prica kurac

al' nije znao cuvat' za sebe

lajao okolo, ludo i smjelo

dok ga jednu noc nije odvelo

Mufa, Kiki i ja

raznjela nas mecava

na tri strane, tri puta, tri stara havera ljuta

Mufa, Kiki i ja

Mufa ga je nasao nakon sedam dana

u nakoj kuci na Bjelavama

usao je tiho i samo je rek’o

pustite ga, da ne bi jeb’o mater nekom

Ta noc je bila gluha i hladna

a hladna je bila i Miljacka

Mufa je sredio varijantu noge

cekala se rijec cetnika

Pao je u blato i osjetio cjev

vidio je facu, bradatu i drsku

vidio je smrt i cuo je rijeci

dobrodosli u Republiku Srpsku

U komandi ga je cek’o Boro pekar

slusaj rode, kako svi rade

prijavis se, fol dobrovoljno

saljem te na Hresu

za mjesec, dva, fataj se Kanade

Za Mufu sam cuo da je u Svici

kod burazove zene iz proslog braka

kazu ne moze bez Sarajeva

bez te vode i tog zraka

Od Kikija je stigla razglednica mala

na njoj slapovi, na Nijagari

pise moje ime i moja adresa

pise, zbogom zohari

Noc pred stavljanje dejtonskoga potpisa

sanjao sam, opet smo skupa, Mufa, Kiki i ja

bio je kao, hastal pun raznih djakonija

bilo je jutro, rosa i cvijece i mlada seljanka

Bilo je sunce, jasno i vedro

kao uvijek, poslije kisne noci

samo to vise nismo bili mi

u svojoj, snazi i moci

Mufa, Kiki i ja

The night before the Olympic flame was extinguished

Mufa, Kiki and I had a passionate party

youth has flowed through our lives

like a stream flowing through karst

everything there is, there, on the table

there was nothing left for us

My fat uncle was talking then

sometimes through tears and sometimes through laughter

for all your jokes

you will pay the guild once

The night before the burning of the armed people

the last time Mufa, Kiki and I sat

three jarans, three stories, three foreign languages

we grew up on the same land, but from different roots

Mufa shit about human rights

Kiki cried out that his eyesight was weak

hell stood before us

and between us, the Great Wall of China

Mufa, Kiki and I.

Sometimes the Archduke falls

once an old bridegroom

it is not known whose head is first

so here the war begins

Mufa knew who he belonged to

he was ready for that day

I had evaporated

and Kiki stayed to move the apartment

I watched Mufa on CNN

with a heckler and in tan

he says, he is defending his city

and he who does not defend the city stinks to him

Kiki knew that story was a dick

but he did not know how to keep it to himself

barked around, crazy and bold

until one night he was taken away

Mufa, Kiki and I.

a blizzard blew us away

on three sides, three times, three old havers angry

Mufa, Kiki and I.

Mufa found him after seven days

in a house in Bjelava

he came in quietly and just said

let him go so he doesn't fuck someone's mother

That night was deaf and cold

and Miljacka was cold too

Mufa arranged a variant of the leg

the word of the Chetniks was awaited

He fell into the mud and felt the pipe

he saw a face, bearded and cheeky

he saw death and heard the words

welcome to Republika Srpska

Boro the baker was waiting for him in the command

listen to the storks, how everyone works

sign up, fol voluntarily

I'm sending you to Hres

in a month or two, get to Canada

I heard about Mufa being in the Scroll

with a brother's wife from a past marriage

they say they can't do without Sarajevo

without that water and that air

A small postcard arrived from Kiki

on it waterfalls, on Niagara

it says my name and my address

writes, goodbye zohari

The night before the presentation of the Dayton signature

I dreamed, we are together again, Mufa, Kiki and me

it was like, a hastal full of various deacons

it was morning, dew and flowers and a young peasant woman

It was sunny, clear and bright

as always, after a rainy night

only it was no longer us

in his, strength and power

Mufa, Kiki and I.