Lyrics of Ljubav Udara Tamo Gdje Ne Treba - Zabranjeno pušenje

Ljubav Udara Tamo Gdje Ne Treba (original)

Podno planina i orlovih krila on je pio potok s izvora
Vode su tekle, a srne bi rekle raja eno malog Milana
Vatra s ognjišta je grijala pet sjenki sa zidova
A na zidu Zvezda crvena, Bijelo Dugme i Sveti Nikola
Pored kuće štala
U štali sjeno ispod sjena maljutka
Sestra se bila dobro udala
A u brata firma krenula
Al' otac je bio tmuran na dan Arhanđela Gavrila
Govorio je svečano riječima predaka
Mog dedu su jurili Turci, a vašeg Austrija
Ja sam bježo od ustaškog noža, od tada sam sjed
Opet je vrijeme da se Srpstvo brani puškom
Stante djeco u red
Fazila je bila meka svila prava vila, samo bez krila
Babo joj je trgovo kožom od Visokog pa do Goražđa
U kući vazda osmjesi, baklava i puna tepsija
Imala je četiri brata, četiri vita jelena
Al' majka je suzna klanjala na prvi dan Bajrama
Babo je zborio mirno, kao stari hadžija
Mora se djeco braniti Bosna, naša jedina
Zagleda se tad u brata brat
Nema sumnje počinje rat
Bila je noć i bila je hladna smještena vješta zasjeda
Akciju su vodila četiri brata, četiri vita jelena
Odjeknu lelek klancima, prosu se krv rijekama
Žive uhvatiše par momaka
Živog i brata Milana
Kontraofanziva kao što to biva bila je zestoka
Srpsku vojsku vodio je lično pukovnik Slavko Lisica
Noć se okrenu naopako, nema više ni svitanja
Po srušenoj čaršiji lutao je Milan
Tražeć brata rođena
Al' umjesto brata ispod jorgovana stajala je lijepa Fazila
Ti ideš sada samnom jasna su pravila
Tvoja braća drže moga brata
Slijedi razmjena
Ništa ti se neće desit ako budeš pametna
Al' ljubav udari često tamo gdje ne treba
I kad joj se čovjek najmanje nada
A kad ljubav udari strasno tu stiže i nesreća
I u plamenu sve obično strada
Pet dana je sjedila u uglu, kao pet stotina godina
Pet noći od straha pet jutara bez dodira
Šesti dan se u njima probudi luda bečtija
Šesti dan, kao san, ljubav se rodila
Blagi dodir usnama, jebena je sudbina
Zar ti je mala Turkinja mozak popila
Zar ti ništa ne znače srpstvo i Sveti Nikola
Zar da ti brata na kolac nabiju, govorila je rodbina
Zar ne znaš da je rat, đe ziviš ti
Ona ostaje samnom jeb’te se svi
I uzalud je stig’o haber da je spremna razmjena
Uzalud je babo slao novce
Vrati nam se jedina
Moja je ovdje zadnja, ja ne idem od Milana
Jer ljubav udari često tamo gdje ne treba
I kad joj se čovjek najmanje nada
A kad ljubav udari strasno tu stiže i nesreća
I u plamenu sve obično strada
Sve do zime nisu izlazili iz svog malog brloga
Prokleti da su Milan i Fazila i od Boga i od naroda
Kažu da ih je grijala neka đavolja ljubav vatrena
Kažu da je ta vrela ljubav jedne noći kuću zapalila
Gorio je strašan plamen iznad bosanskih planina
A vojska tvrdi da tjela nisu nigdje nađena
Neke babe su ih vidjele da lete poput anđela
Primila ih je Amerika javio je novinar Reutera
Ali nije znao tačno ko je dobio azil
Milan i Fazila il' Milana i Fazil
Jer ljubav udari često tamo gdje ne treba
I kad joj se čovjek najmanje nada
A kad ljubav udari strastno tu stiže i nesreća
I u plamenu sve obično strada
Podno planina i orlovih krila on je pio potok s izvora

(translation)

At the foot of the mountains and the eagle's wings he drank the stream from the spring
The waters flowed, and the deer would say the paradise of little Milan
The fire from the hearth warmed the five shadows from the walls
And on the wall, Red Star, White Button and Saint Nicholas
Next to the barn house
In the barn the shadow under the shadows of the little one
The sister was well married
And my brother's company started
But the father was gloomy on the day of the Archangel Gabriel
He spoke solemnly in the words of his ancestors
My grandfather was chased by the Turks, and yours by Austria
I escaped from the Ustasha knife, I have been sitting ever since
It is time again to defend Serbia with a rifle
Stand up, kids
Fazila was a soft silk real fairy, only without wings
Her grandmother traded in leather from Visoko to Goražde
There are always smiles, baklava and a full casserole in the house
She had four brothers, four deer
But the mother shed tears on the first day of Eid
Babo spoke calmly, like an old pilgrim
Children must be defended by Bosnia, our only one
He then stared at his brother
No doubt the war begins
It was night and there was a cold set skillful ambush
The action was led by four brothers, four deer
The howls echoed through the gorges, the blood spilled over the rivers
A couple of guys were caught alive
Alive and brother Milan
The counter-offensive as it happens was fierce
The Serbian army was led personally by Colonel Slavko Lisica
The night turned upside down, there was no more dawn
Milan was wandering around the ruined bazaar
Looking for a brother born
But instead of her brother, a beautiful Fazila stood under the lilacs
You go with me now, the rules are clear
Your brothers are holding my brother
An exchange follows
Nothing will happen to you if you are smart
But love often strikes where it shouldn't
And when one least hopes for her
And when love strikes passionately, misfortune comes
And in the flames everything usually suffers
She sat in the corner for five days, like five hundred years
Five nights out of fear of five mornings without touching
On the sixth day, a mad beast woke up in them
On the sixth day, like a dream, love was born
A light touch of the lips is a fucking fate
Did the little Turkish woman drink your brain?
Doesn't Serbianness and Saint Nicholas mean anything to you?
Should your brother be impaled, relatives said
Don't you know it's a war, you'll live
She stays with me, fuck you all
And in vain did the news come that the exchange was ready
Grandma sent money in vain
Come back to us alone
Mine is the last one here, I'm not leaving Milan
Because love strikes often where it shouldn’t
And when one least hopes for her
And when love strikes passionately, misfortune comes
And in the flames everything usually suffers
They did not come out of their little lair until the winter
Cursed be Milan and Fazila from both God and the people
They say that they were warmed by some devilish fiery love
They say that hot love set the house on fire one night
A terrible flame was burning above the Bosnian mountains
And the military claims the bodies were nowhere to be found
Some grandmothers saw them flying like angels
They were received by America, a Reuters journalist reported
But he did not know exactly who was granted asylum
Milan and Fazil or 'Milan and Fazil
Because love strikes often where it shouldn’t
And when one least hopes for her
And when love strikes passionately, misfortune comes
And in the flames everything usually suffers
At the foot of the mountains and the eagle's wings he drank the stream from the spring