Lyrics of Tri Ratna Havera - Zabranjeno pušenje

Tri Ratna Havera (original)

Noc pred gasenje Olimpijskoga plamena
strasni dernek pravili smo Mufa, Kiki i ja
kroz zivote nam je curila mladost
kao potok sto tece kroz kras
sve sto se ima, tu je, na stolu
nista nije ostalo za nas
Govorio je tad' moj debeli stric
nekad' kroz suze, a nekad' kroz smijeh
za svu vasu zajebanciju
jednom cete platiti ceh
Noc pred paljenje naoruzanog naroda
zadnji put sjedili smo Mufa, Kiki i ja
tri jarana, tri price, tri strana jezika
rasli smo na istoj zemlji, al' iz raznih korjena
Mufa je srao o ljudskim pravima
Kiki je kuk’o da mu slabi vid
ispred nas je stajao pakao
a izmedju nas, kineski zid
Mufa, Kiki i ja
Nekad' padne nadvojvoda
nekad' stari svat
ne zna se cija je glava prva
tako ovdje pocinje rat
Mufa je znao kome pripada
spreman je docekao i taj dan
ja sam se bio ispario
a Kiki je ostao da kreci stan
Preko CNN-a gledao sam Mufu
sa heklerom i u tenama
kaze, on brani svoj grad
a ko ne brani grad, za njega je smrad
Kiki je znao da je ta prica kurac
al' nije znao cuvat' za sebe
lajao okolo, ludo i smjelo
dok ga jednu noc nije odvelo
Mufa, Kiki i ja
raznjela nas mecava
na tri strane, tri puta, tri stara havera ljuta
Mufa, Kiki i ja
Mufa ga je nasao nakon sedam dana
u nakoj kuci na Bjelavama
usao je tiho i samo je rek’o
pustite ga, da ne bi jeb’o mater nekom
Ta noc je bila gluha i hladna
a hladna je bila i Miljacka
Mufa je sredio varijantu noge
cekala se rijec cetnika
Pao je u blato i osjetio cjev
vidio je facu, bradatu i drsku
vidio je smrt i cuo je rijeci
dobrodosli u Republiku Srpsku
U komandi ga je cek’o Boro pekar
slusaj rode, kako svi rade
prijavis se, fol dobrovoljno
saljem te na Hresu
za mjesec, dva, fataj se Kanade
Za Mufu sam cuo da je u Svici
kod burazove zene iz proslog braka
kazu ne moze bez Sarajeva
bez te vode i tog zraka
Od Kikija je stigla razglednica mala
na njoj slapovi, na Nijagari
pise moje ime i moja adresa
pise, zbogom zohari
Noc pred stavljanje dejtonskoga potpisa
sanjao sam, opet smo skupa, Mufa, Kiki i ja
bio je kao, hastal pun raznih djakonija
bilo je jutro, rosa i cvijece i mlada seljanka
Bilo je sunce, jasno i vedro
kao uvijek, poslije kisne noci
samo to vise nismo bili mi
u svojoj, snazi i moci
Mufa, Kiki i ja

(translation)

The night before the Olympic flame was extinguished
Mufa, Kiki and I had a passionate party
youth has flowed through our lives
like a stream flowing through karst
everything there is, there, on the table
there was nothing left for us
My fat uncle was talking then
sometimes through tears and sometimes through laughter
for all your jokes
you will pay the guild once
The night before the burning of the armed people
the last time Mufa, Kiki and I sat
three jarans, three stories, three foreign languages
we grew up on the same land, but from different roots
Mufa shit about human rights
Kiki cried out that his eyesight was weak
hell stood before us
and between us, the Great Wall of China
Mufa, Kiki and I.
Sometimes the Archduke falls
once an old bridegroom
it is not known whose head is first
so here the war begins
Mufa knew who he belonged to
he was ready for that day
I had evaporated
and Kiki stayed to move the apartment
I watched Mufa on CNN
with a heckler and in tan
he says, he is defending his city
and he who does not defend the city stinks to him
Kiki knew that story was a dick
but he did not know how to keep it to himself
barked around, crazy and bold
until one night he was taken away
Mufa, Kiki and I.
a blizzard blew us away
on three sides, three times, three old havers angry
Mufa, Kiki and I.
Mufa found him after seven days
in a house in Bjelava
he came in quietly and just said
let him go so he doesn't fuck someone's mother
That night was deaf and cold
and Miljacka was cold too
Mufa arranged a variant of the leg
the word of the Chetniks was awaited
He fell into the mud and felt the pipe
he saw a face, bearded and cheeky
he saw death and heard the words
welcome to Republika Srpska
Boro the baker was waiting for him in the command
listen to the storks, how everyone works
sign up, fol voluntarily
I'm sending you to Hres
in a month or two, get to Canada
I heard about Mufa being in the Scroll
with a brother's wife from a past marriage
they say they can't do without Sarajevo
without that water and that air
A small postcard arrived from Kiki
on it waterfalls, on Niagara
it says my name and my address
writes, goodbye zohari
The night before the presentation of the Dayton signature
I dreamed, we are together again, Mufa, Kiki and me
it was like, a hastal full of various deacons
it was morning, dew and flowers and a young peasant woman
It was sunny, clear and bright
as always, after a rainy night
only it was no longer us
in his, strength and power
Mufa, Kiki and I.