Lyrics of Kako su zli dedaci razbucali proslavu godišnjice braka kod mog druga Jevrema - Đorđe Balašević

Kako su zli dedaci razbucali proslavu godišnjice braka kod mog druga Jevrema (original)

Na godišnjici braka kod mog druga Jevrema
Forsirala se muzika iz našeg vremena
I točilo se vino iz raznih buradi
I radilo se sve što treba da se uradi
Al' nepoznati genije je kresnuo TV
A baš je iš`o Dnevnik i pokvario nam sve
I stado se poizvrtalo svud` po patosu
I začas smo skomolali k`o na parastosu
Loša vest, pa još sve puta šest
Ola-la, prepotentni su sretni
Vidim ja: Bolje rat nego rad
Ja spomenicu ne bi` i eto ti ga sad
Zli dedaci su zauzeti novim samitom
Uuu, podigli su nosine, sav svet popalili
A drugi organ ne bi digli ni dinamitom
Jer svoj su zadnji metak odavno opalili
Dedaci, bolje igrajte šah
Ola-la, impotentni su sretni
Sledi im još kalendar il` dva
Pa pakuju za oblake i momke kao ja
Ta glupost s televizorom je bila teški kiks
Jer mužjaci su penili o vojnim silama
A dame su se povukle da gledaju «Tvin Piks»
I niko više nije slušo starog Dilana
Loša vest, pa još sve puta šest
Ola-la, prepotentni su sretni
Vidim ja: Bolje rat nego rad
Al' ja spomenicu ne bi` i eto ti ga sad
Dedaci, bolje igrajte šah
Ola-la, impotentni su sretni
Sledi im još kalendar il` dva
Pa pakuju za oblake i momke kao ja
Ola-la, slali su na gola ostrva
E, pa šta?
Odležali svoje robije
Ola-la, plamen sipaju iz nozdrva
Vidim ja, vabe narod da se pobije
Ola-la, sanjam vijeća, sanjam skupštine
E pa šta?
Sanjam MUP-ovce i sabore
Ola-la, nek` me neko brzo uštine
Vidim ja, vuku me u svoje tabore
Ola-la, profitiraju iz nereda
E, pa šta?
Skrivaju se iza nacije
Ola-la, niko nas u oči ne gleda
Vidim ja…
Šta je sad?
Je `l gotovo?
Iscurila traka…
Oscurila?!
Je l` si hteo nešto da kažeš?
Ne, ja sam hteo da kažem:
«Niko nas u oči ne gleda»
«Gledaju nam registracije.»

(translation)

On the anniversary of my marriage to my friend Jevrem
Music from our time has been forced
And wine was poured from various barrels
And everything that needs to be done has been done
But an unknown genius screwed up the TV
And Dnevnik just went and ruined everything for us
And the flock turned around on the pathos
And for a moment, we collapsed like at a memorial service
Bad news, six more times
Ola-la, the overbearing are happy
I see: Better a poor horse than no horse at all
I don't want the monument and here it is
The evil grandfathers are busy with the new summit
Uuu, they raised their noses, set the whole world on fire
And other organs would not be lifted by dynamite
Because they fired their last shot a long time ago
Grandparents, you better play chess
Ola-la, the impotent are happy
They have another calendar or two to follow
So they pack for clouds and guys like me
That nonsense with the TV was a heavy blunder
Because the males were foaming about the military forces
And the ladies withdrew to watch "Twin Peaks"
And no one listened to old Dylan anymore
Bad news, six more times
Ola-la, the overbearing are happy
I see: Better a poor horse than no horse at all
But I wouldn't take the monument, and here you are
Grandparents, you better play chess
Ola-la, the impotent are happy
They have another calendar or two to follow
So they pack for clouds and guys like me
Ola-la, they sent to the bare islands
So what?
They served their sentences
Ola-la, the flames are pouring out of my nostrils
I see that they are enticing the people to fight
Ola-la, I dream of councils, I dream of assemblies
So what?
I dream of MUP members and parliaments
Ola-la, let someone pinch me quickly
I see them dragging me to their camps
Ola-la, they profit from the mess
So what?
They are hiding behind the nation
Ola-la, no one is looking us in the eye
I see…
What is now?
Is it over?
Leaked tape…
Oscurila ?!
Did you want to say something?
No, I meant:
"Nobody looks us in the eye"
"They're looking at our registrations."