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 рокDate 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 |