Lyrics of Nemoj se bojat - Edo Maajka

Nemoj se bojat (original)

Milic na Jutel-u, stari otvara butelju
Isprobava fotelju, kaze «opet seru
I slovenci a evo sad i ovi nasi»
Ja uplaseno malo dijete
Vjerovao sam tati kad je reko'
«nemoj te se bojat pa svijet nas
Nece prodat, nece to tako hodat'
Svako zna da nas cuva JNA
Mi smo djeca Jugosloveni
Nemoj te se bojat vjerujte meni»
Haj dobro, prolaze praznici razni
A komsiluk se lagano prazni
Pametni prodaju kuce
Mi se djeca igramo klikera
Gdje je 90-te ubijen Muce
Kod Zuce iz Vukovara dosla tetka
Prica muz joj ubijen sa dva metka
I to pred njezinim ocima
Stari nije spavo nocima
Na fotelji samo sjedio i razmisljo
Nije ni pomisljo da bijezimo
«nece ba nas, nece nas»
Jedni druge po kuci tjesimo
Mati se brine kaze
«nemoj se bojat sine
Idemo sutra na svadbu kod nase strine
Sutra se zene Mahir i nasa mala Alma»
«dobro necu se bojat mama»
— zvuk granate —
Kaj je kaj, kuzis bu i nebu
Tako pricaju ovde u Zagrebu
Posto sam purger na neodredjeno vrijeme
Uklopio sam se u sve Zagrebacke seme
Kad imam probleme odem do Save
Al' sjecanja iz glave se tesko zaborave
Od kad sam cuo za Dayton
Zamisljam ispred kuce beton
Sjecam se starog sa cigaretom
Tesko je bez roditelja bit 4 ljeta
A cudno je ici u zemlju s' pun kurac entiteta
Cudno, kad vise nisi izbjeglica, kad hodas po gradu
A ne znas ni jednog lica, sami stranci a svi bosanci
Po ulicama naoruzani Amerikanci
Sve je isto a ustvari nista nije
Jedino mati i otac puno mrsaviji nego prije
Otac pije, reko' «de nam natoci dvije»
Dok u drugu toci vidim zasuzise mu oci
Kaze: «sine, proslo se pun kurac toga
Al' ipak vidis da ima nekakvog Boga
Ma bice ovo Svicarska bice zemlja snova
Bice svega sad je vlast nova»
«dobro je ba stari pa nemoj mu srat»
Iz druge sobe vice moj stariji brat
«Edo mozes birat Australija, Kanada
Ja imam motiv ovdje ne postoji nikakva nada
Samo veze, stela, ilegalna djela
Hajmo zajedno vani da nam djeca budu debela»
Rekoh «sorry buraz al' ja cu ostat'
Kad mi dodje crno tabletama se rokat
Domace vino lokat, fino je tamo fakat
Al' ovdje kad se budem boj’o bar cu imat s nekim plakat»
Nemoj bojat se, sine moj!
Kad cujes korake, sine moj
Nemoj plakat sve, sine moj!
Ma bice dobro sve, sine moj!
Budi mi silan i dobro mi stoj!

(translation)

Milic on Jutel, the old man opens the bottle
He tries on the armchair, he says, “shit again
And Slovenians, and now here are ours »
I scared the little kid
I trusted Dad when he said '
"Don't be afraid of the world
They won't sell, they won't walk like that '
Everyone knows that the JNA is guarding us
We are Yugoslav children
Don't be afraid, trust me »
Hi well, the holidays are over
And the neighborhood is slowly emptying
Smart sell houses
We kids play marbles
Where Muce was killed in the 90s
An aunt came to Zuca from Vukovar
She tells her husband was killed with two bullets
And in front of her eyes
The old man did not sleep at night
I just sat in the armchair and thought
He didn't even think we were running away
"They don't want us, they don't want us"
We comfort each other around the house
Mother worries she says
"Don't be afraid, son."
We're going to our aunt's wedding tomorrow
Tomorrow Mahir and our little Alma are getting married »
"Well, I won't be afraid, Mom."
- the sound of a grenade -
What is what, kuzis bu i nebu
That's what they say here in Zagreb
Since I am a purger indefinitely
I fit into all the seeds of Zagreb
When I have problems, I go to Sava
But the memories in my head are hard to forget
Ever since I heard about Dayton
I imagine concrete in front of the house
I remember the old man with the cigarette
It's hard to be without parents for 4 summers
And it's weird to go to a country with a dick full of entities
Strange, when you are no longer a refugee, when you walk around the city
And you don't know a single person, foreigners themselves and all Bosnians
Armed Americans on the streets
Everything is the same and in fact nothing is
Only mother and father much thinner than before
My father drank, he said, "Where will you pour us two?"
As I see the other point, his eyes water
He says: “Son, it's been a dick
But you still see that there is a God
This will be Switzerland, it will be a dream country
There will be everything, now the government is new »
"He's fine, old man, so don't give a shit"
My older brother is shouting from the other room
“Edo you can choose Australia, Canada
I have a motive here there is no hope
Only connections, stelae, illegal acts
Let's go out together to make our children fat »
I said 'sorry bro but I'll stay'
When the black pills come to me, they roar
Homemade wine locat, fine there in fact
But here, when I'm afraid, at least I'll have a poster with someone »
Fear not, my son!
When you hear footsteps, my son
Don't cry everything, my son!
Everything will be fine, my son!
Be strong and stand well for me!