Translation of the song lyrics Jugo 45 - Zabranjeno pušenje

Jugo 45 (original)

Kažu da su čuda svijeta
Piramide afričke
Kažu da su čuda svijeta
Velike rijeke Indije
Al' nijedno čudo nije bilo
Ravno onome
Kad je stari uparkir’o
U bašću Jugu 45
Skupio se sav komšiluk
I pola rodbine
Ono pola nije moglo
Nije moglo od muke
Stara napravila mezu
Ispekla 'urmašice
Stari otiš'o u granap
Po još logistike
Bilo je to dobro vrijeme
Sve na kredit, sve za raju, jarane
U auto naspi čorbe
Pa u Trst po farmerke
Bilo je to dobro vrijeme
Te na izlet, te malo na more
U kući puno smijeha
U bašći Jugo 45
Vozio ga čika Franjo
Da proda jabuke
Vozio komšija Momo
Da mu zenu porode
Vozio ga dajdža Mirso
Kad je iš'o u kurvaluke
Vozio ga malo I ja
Kad bi mazn’o ključeve
Virio sam jedno veče
Iz bašće čuo glasove
Momo, Franjo, dajdža Mirso
Nešto tiho govore
Onda pružiše si ruke
Na komšiju se ne može
Onda popiše po jednu I razguliše
Izgledao je baš mali to veče
Naš Jugo 45
Pobjegli smo jednog jutra
S dvije kese najlonske
Prvo malo Lenjinovom
Pa preko Ljubljanske
Danas nam je mnogo bolje
Novi grad I novi stan
Stari nam je postao fora
Kantonalni ministar
Ali meni je u glavi
Uvijek ista slika, isti fleš
Stara kuća, mala bascća
I u njoj Jugo 45…

Jugo 45 (translation)

They say they are wonders of the world
The Pyramids of Africa
They say they are wonders of the world
The great rivers of India
But there was no miracle
Straight to that
When the old man parked
In the garden of the South 45
The whole neighborhood gathered
And half the relatives
That half couldn't
He couldn't help it
The old woman made mezu
She baked urmašice
The old man went to the granap
For more logistics
It was a good time
All on credit, all for heaven, buddy
He poured soup into the car
Well in Trieste for jeans
It was a good time
You on a trip, you a little on the sea
Lots of laughter in the house
In the garden of Jugo 45
Uncle Franjo drove it
To sell apples
Neighbor Momo drove
To give birth to his wife
It was driven by Uncle Mirso
When he went to the whores
I drove it a little too
If only he could steal the keys
I peeked one night
He heard voices from the garden
Momo, Franjo, Uncle Mirso
They say something quietly
Then he held out his hands
You can't attack a neighbor
Then he wrote down one by one and undressed
He looked really small that night
Our South 45
We escaped one morning
With two nylon bags
First, a little Lenin's
Well, across Ljubljana
We are much better today
New town and new apartment
The old man has become cool to us
Cantonal Minister
But it's in my head
Always the same picture, the same flash
Old house, little garden
And in it Jugo 45…