| It's nasty, it was disgusting
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| The visa is in my hands, and my heart is pounding
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| There is happiness and bitterness at the same time
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| Think of better days, thoughts of lost friends
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| I am a child, and a woman - my family and hers
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| Sea of jarana, beer and food on the table
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| Laughter and tears, lots of home-made music: Khalid's hand
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| I and the people who are missing are singing
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| I go to one and leave the other world alone
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| It doesn't matter which is better, it matters that I have a flight tomorrow
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| I fly like a Sava gull when fishing
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| I laugh at the flight attendants, and sob at myself
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| I came, here is America
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| Heavy tongue, heavy air
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| But I sleep well, and my blood pressure is good
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| Every start is hard, but it will be easier
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| Just to find some work Being!
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| America is not work and sweat
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| I'm lying to you, fuck that verse of yours
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| Americans are assholes, the worst of darkness
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| They work for you from morning till night
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| There is no one here: pause-coffee-cigar
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| With them, everything revolves around money
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| No one has been announced as a guest
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| With a bag of grilled meat
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| They drink beer from fisek (fuck it)
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| Al gotiva is a salary, the standard is fuck, good
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| You have for life even if you are a valet
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| Fuck, man, they only fish perch here
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| And those bigger, less cultural throws
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| They use artificial baits
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| Fucking us Bosnians
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| Fuck them all
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| The woman who rented me an apartment
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| She explained to me how to turn on the TV
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| (hey me, sick, hey - hello)
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| And I had one in each room
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| That a woman watches a series while I watch football
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| Her games these kids don't fuck you even five percent
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| With them, it's all stupid and easy to imagine!
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| Our people who came are not the same
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| They got up, fo fol became gentlemen
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| They linger when they talk
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| It's fashion here now
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| You understand, motherf * cker, I m a Bosnian yeah?
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| The other day my son said: Daddy
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| I immediately told him:
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| Go sit here - Fuck you daddy mater
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| To you, I'm a grandmother - not a daddy - a father
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| But he's good, isn't he, son?
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| He downloads home music from my computer
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| He's grown up here, what will
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| He doesn't understand why Grandma cries - when he hears the Indexes
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| Fuck, the song takes you
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| It takes you a little, it chokes you a little
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| Al kad places pase dusi
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| Here and there, we go down together
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| And when we bring money
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| Then everyone downstairs loves us even more
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| They think it's easy for us
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| Well, it's easier for us
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| But no one cares what our worries are
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| Al Sava knows - Sava swallows tears
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| My Sava jellyfish feed on tears
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| Al Sava knows - Sava swallows tears
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| My Sava jellyfish feed on tears
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| But tears are bitter - because emotions are strong
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| My tears, my father's, sister's, brother's and mother's
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| Mine, and tears of paradise, mine and my enemies
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| It doesn't matter who they are, the jellyfish loves them
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| She swallows them, heart, she shines with tears
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| Jellyfish become easy prey in my Sava
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| Stukas eat jellyfish, we eat stukas
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| Grief suffocates us again, hands shake again
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| Again the same emotions, again the same tears
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| Again the same fears, but new jellyfish
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| Al Sava knows - Sava swallows tears
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| My Sava jellyfish feed on tears
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| Al Sava knows - Sava swallows tears
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| My Sava jellyfish feed on tears |