Lyrics of Ibro Dirka - Zabranjeno pušenje

Ibro Dirka (original)

Kunem vam se, rahmetom mi dedinim
Iako se u tu svirku ne razumjem bas
Da nikad niko nije znao 'armoniku svirat
Kao mali Ibro, Ibro Dirka nas
Kada pocme dernek I kad on zasvira
Ne bi stigo reci ni bismillah
Vec bi lupo glavom I lomio bi case
Vec bi te Ibro bacio u sevdah
Al ubrzo za Ibru cuse ljudi sa estrade
I pocese njuskati po nasoj mahali
Svaki Ibri pice placa
Svaki deset prsta Ibrinih hvali
Ibro poce pricati o parama o slavi
Mi ga odgovarasmo Ibro ne budali
Ti si nesto drugo, ti armonikom ljecis bol
Na estradi sve je lazno, na estradi sve je fol
Samo da ti kazem nesto za Ibru — Ja, ja — Dode Mercedes po njega I on ode.
-Ja, ja
Ode u armonicare I posta popularan.
— Eno ga bolan, gled’o sam sliku,
sa Brenom bio
S oba Halida se sliko.
Jel zivota ti.
Jes majke mi
Covjece, on je vuko curulu nosila bed da joj se zna prednja strana
I sad evo hoda I s ovom I s onom — Ozrenka
Daj nam bogati dvije pive I reci muzici malo tise — I nije mi nekako zadovoljan
Znam ja, dusevan covjek, ne da on da ga se daraci, da ga daracu oni snimatelji
— Ogulise ga -Cekaj Bil ti to dopustio?
Stani podji od sebe
Ali nije ni to.
Ne daju mu bolan da sevdah svira.
Raja trazi
Veselo.
Tko ce slusat tudju muku
Al jednog jutra udje Ibro u mahalu sam
Isti Gari Kuper, sve je licilo na san
Na licu mu vise ne bi sjene koju tuga pravi
Mahalu, sevdah, Ibro nije mogo da zaboravi
Ibro nije htio para
Ibro ce vazda bit fukara
I odma neki pocese da blate Ibrin lik
Al samo prava raja je znala u cemu je trik
Nije ti Ibro jarane nas fukara, Ibro ti je defakto umjetnik
Shvacas?

(translation)

I swear to you, my grandfather's mercy
Although I don't really understand that gig
That no one ever knew how to play the accordion
Like little Ibro, Ibro Races us
When the party starts and when he plays
I wouldn't even get to say bismillah
He would already be banging his head and breaking glasses
Ibro would have thrown you into sevdah already
But soon people from the stage hear about Ibra
And he began to sniff at our neighborhood
Every Ibri pizza pays
Every ten fingers Ibrain praises
Ibro starts talking about money for fame
We answered him Ibro not fools
You are something else, you cure pain with an accordion
On the stage, everything is fake, on the stage, everything is fol
Just to tell you something about Ibra - Me, me - Mercedes came for him and he left.
-Yeah, yeah
He went to the accordion and became popular.
- There he is, I'm looking at the picture,
he was with Bren
With both Halids take a picture.
Is it your life.
Yes, my mother
Man, he wore a curula wearing a bed to let her know the front
And now here's a walk with this and that - Ozrenka
Give us two rich beers and tell the music a little quieter - And he's not happy with me
I know, soulful man, he doesn't want to be gifted, he should be gifted by those cameramen
- Peel it - Wait, did you let that happen?
Stop away from yourself
But neither is that.
They do not give him the pain to play sevdah.
Raja is looking for
Happy.
Who will listen to someone else's torment
But one morning Ibro entered the neighborhood alone
The same Gary Cooper, it all looked like a dream
There would no longer be the shadow of sorrow on his face
Mahala, sevdah, Ibro could not forget
Ibro didn't want money
Ibro will always be a fucker
And immediately some began to slander Ibra's face
But only true paradise knew what the trick was
Ibro is not your friend, Ibro is de facto an artist
You understand?