Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pismo Elvisu, artist - Zabranjeno pušenje. Album song Fildžan Viška, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 29.04.2015
Record label: Dallas Records Croatia
Song language: Bosnian
Pismo Elvisu(original) |
O Elvise tako sam sretna |
imam veliki stan u centru Manhattana |
sa Tom Waitsom svira moj muz |
bijeli je covjek al' ima dusu za blues |
Sjetim se nekad na sretne dane |
kad smo jeli baklavu kod moje nane |
New York je hladan, nijedan jaran |
nikoga nema da mu dodjes na Bajram |
Zasto sam morala pobjeci glupo |
mozda sam mogla izvuci uslov |
al' dzaba sloboda, lijekovi, pare |
kad od tebe traze da izdas drugare |
Od mene niko nije tuzniji bio |
kada sam cula da je pogin’o Zijo |
prosla su ona sretna vremena |
i ja sam danas drukcija zena |
Dal' si se i ti posvetio djeci |
obec’o si dati moje ime kcerci |
gledaj da budu posteni i zlatni |
ne daj da postanu zli narkomani |
O Elvise, ja nisam sretna |
imalo me je pola Manhattana |
rodjenu majku bih prodala sada |
kada mi treba tih pola grama |
Na kraju da ti pozelim srecu |
Sarajevo vise vidjeti necu |
kad se po gradu upale rakete |
stavi ruku na srce i sjeti se mene |
(translation) |
Oh Elvis, I'm so happy |
I have a big apartment in downtown Manhattan |
with Tom Waits playing my husband |
he is a white man but he has a soul for blues |
I remember happy days sometimes |
when we ate baklava at my grandmother's |
New York is cold, no buddy |
you will never come to him on Eid |
Why I had to run away stupid |
maybe I could get the condition out |
but free freedom, medicines, money |
when they ask you to betray your friends |
No one was sadder than me |
when I heard that Zijo was killed |
those happy times are over |
and I am a different woman today |
Did you dedicate yourself to children? |
you promised to give my name to your daughter |
try to be honest and golden |
don't let them become evil addicts |
Oh Elvis, I'm not happy |
I had half of Manhattan |
I would sell my birth mother now |
when I need those half grams |
In the end, I wish you luck |
I will not see Sarajevo again |
when rockets hit the city |
put your hand on your heart and remember me |