Lutao sam svijetom jaod juga prema sjeverunosio i nadu i strahu starom koferu
Imao sam planovei slike i ramoveal' je sve pokvarilastara fotografija
Foto akšamijaBegova džamijabistrička jalijas njima ja Sarajlija
Nudili mi sve papirepsihijatre da me smireznali su da svake noćijedan dio mene umire
Sve je ovo prokletokao da je otetoi ništa nema takav sjajkao moja fotografija
Foto akšamijaBegova džamijabistrička jalijas njima ja Sarajlija
I've roamed the worldfrom south to north.I've worn both hope and fearin my old suitcase.
I've had plans,and pictures in frames,but everything was ruined bythe old photo.
Photo aksamija*The beg's mosque**The gang of Bistrik***With them I'm a Sarajlija****
They offered me all the papers,psychiatrists to calm me down.They knew that every nighta part of me dies.
All this is condemned,as if it is taken by force(from someone).And nothing has such a shinelike my photo.
Photo aksamija*The Begova Dzamija**The jalija of Bistrik***With them I'm a Sarajlija****