Lyrics of Od Istorijskog Avnoj-a - Zabranjeno pušenje

Od Istorijskog Avnoj-a (original)

Cetr’espete njega je primila partija
a s' vojskom je us’o u Trst
sada ulazi na vrata komesarijata
a prima ga Crveni Krst
Njegov sin vise nema svoga osmjeha
po kom su ga znale cure s' Koseva
kaze, stari, tvoja Juga je veliki zajeb
tebe i tvojih komunjara
Ref.
A stara sjedi i place
kaze, Dragane, pusti vijesti malo jace
od istorijskog AVNOJ-a
do izbjeglickog konvoja
preko Sremske Race
U njemu tece krv radnih akcija
kad se diglo i selo i grad
bio je on bez igdje icega
ali nikad prazan k’o sad
Stari, sad se vidi, sad se vraca
s' kim ste htjeli da budete braca
zajebo vas Tito i partija cijela
sloboda ocigledno nije umjela da pjeva
Ref.
Ponekad sanja smrt kako se sunja
i odvodi najbolje drugove
a ponekad usni nerodjenog unuka
sto zbori Majakovskog stihove
Sa barikada se cuje «No pasaran»
o, kako je cudan bio taj san
tu je ceta proletera, zastava crvena
tu je slika Ive Lole Ribara
A stara veli dosta svadje
kaze, Dragane, pusti vijesti malo jaèe
od istorijskog AVNOJ-a
do izbjeglickog konvoja
preko Sremske Race

(translation)

He was received by the party on the fourth day
and with the army he entered Trieste
now enters the door of the commissariat
and is received by the Red Cross
His son no longer has a smile
by which the girls from Kosevo knew him
he says, man, your South is a big fuck
you and your communists
Ref.
And the old woman is sitting and crying
he says, Dragan, let the news go a little louder
from the historical AVNOJ
to the refugee convoy
via Sremska Raca
The blood of labor actions flows in it
when both the village and the city rose
he was with nothing anywhere
but never empty like now
Dude, now you see, now he's coming back
with whom you wanted to be brothers
fuck you Tito and the whole party
freedom obviously could not sing
Ref.
Sometimes he dreams of death as he dreams
and takes away best friends
and sometimes the lips of an unborn grandson
one hundred verses of Mayakovsky
"No pasaran" can be heard from the barricades
oh, how strange that dream was
there is a company of proletarians, the flag is red
there is a picture of Ivo Lola Ribar
And the old woman says a lot of quarrels
he says, Dragan, let the news go a little louder
from the historical AVNOJ
to the refugee convoy
via Sremska Raca