Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Karabaja, artist - Zabranjeno pušenje. Date of issue: 06.12.2001
Song language: Bosnian
Karabaja(original) |
| Ponekad nocu, kada nema svjetla |
| I ne vidi se put od kise i od vjetra |
| Sjetim se njega, Karabaja… |
| I tu pocinje ta prica, negdje nasred Trebevica |
| Auto mi je stao u mraku ko iz krimica |
| Strava prava, Karabaja… |
| Kad kroz zavjesu od kise |
| Pridje covjek ko da klize |
| Kozna jakna puna sjaja, pruza ruku |
| Rece kratko, Karabaja… |
| Ja sam biker, nisam rauber |
| 'ajde, prosetaj do haube |
| Mozda napravimo nesto |
| Od te tvoje robe s greskom |
| Rece sa smjeskom |
| Ma, pusti, prdn’o je u sisu |
| A on samo rece tisu |
| I dok rukama si pljesn’o |
| Stari auto vec je kresn’o |
| Strava prava, Karabaja… |
| Rekoh sebi, simpa junkie |
| E, bas cu pricat' Branki |
| Hajmo nesto popit' |
| Covjek si cudan, al' duhovit |
| Neka hvala, Karabaja |
| I jos mi je rek’o, prije neg' je nest’o |
| Dole u Harley baru pronadji moju raju |
| Reci da sam te ja posl’o |
| I da ti srede motor |
| Dobar si covjek, imas jaja |
| Pozdravlja te Karabaja, Karabaja, Karabaja… |
| Ref. |
| 2x |
| Karabaja mora dalje |
| Karabaja naci mora |
| Karabaja ne moze na nebo |
| Otic' bez motora |
| To be continued… |
| Parkiram se, udjem u Harley bar |
| I upratim, tu sam covjek vrlo stran |
| Like a krme in Teheran |
| Osjetim poglede na sebi |
| I da se smot’o ne bi |
| Prvi progovaram, sve vas pozdravlja Karabaja |
| Nasta muk u kafani |
| Niko nista nije pit’o |
| Atmosfera je bila |
| Ko kad je umro Tito, najveci sin |
| Pridje mi stariji roker |
| Ma, jesi normalan, jeb’o te |
| Karabaja se, ljepoto |
| Davno rast’o sa zivotom |
| Izb’o ga stoper, ukr’o mu motor |
| Ref. |
| 3x |
| Karabaja mora dalje |
| Karabaja naci mora |
| Karabaja ne moze na nebo |
| Otic' bez motora |
| (translation) |
| Sometimes at night, when there is no light |
| And you can't see the road from the rain and the wind |
| I remember him, Karabaja… |
| And that's where the story begins, somewhere in the middle of Trebevic |
| My car stopped in the dark like a crime story |
| Fear of Law, Karabakh… |
| When through a curtain of rain |
| A man approached as if to skate |
| Leather jacket full of shine, outstretched hand |
| Rece short, Karabaja… |
| I'm a biker, I'm not a rauber |
| Come on, walk to the hood |
| Maybe we can do something |
| From those goods of yours with error |
| He said with a smile |
| Come on, he farted in the breast |
| And he just said a thousand |
| And while you clapped your hands |
| The old car is already on fire |
| Fear of Law, Karabakh… |
| I said to myself, nice junkie |
| Well, I'll talk to Branka |
| Let's have a drink |
| You are a strange man, but witty |
| Thank you, Karabaya |
| And he told me before he disappeared |
| Find my paradise down at the Harley bar |
| Say I sent you |
| And fix your engine |
| You're a good man, you have eggs |
| Greetings to you Karabaja, Karabaja, Karabaja… |
| Ref. |
| 2x |
| Karabay must move on |
| Carabaya finds the sea |
| Karabay cannot go to heaven |
| Go without the engine |
| To be continued… |
| I park, walk into the Harley bar |
| And by the way, I'm a very foreign man here |
| Like a feed in Tehran |
| I feel the looks on me |
| And if it didn't work out |
| I am the first to speak, Karabay greets you all |
| There was silence in the tavern |
| Nobody asked anything |
| The atmosphere was |
| Like when Tito died, the eldest son |
| An older rocker approaches me |
| Well, you're fucking normal |
| Karabaja se, beauty |
| Growing up with life a long time ago |
| A hitchhiker stabbed him, stole his engine |
| Ref. |
| 3x |
| Karabay must move on |
| Carabaya finds the sea |
| Karabay cannot go to heaven |
| Go without the engine |