Đorđe Balašević "Aco braco" lyrics

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Aco braco

Aco-Braco, derane moj tršavi... Ti i ja smo država u državi:Pukoše na vražjoj burzi Franjo Josif i Habzburzi...Boljševici cara skefali...Otišo na doboš Kajzer ko poslednji šalabajzer...Samo nama ništa ne fali...

Aco-Braco, derane moj stasiti... Kad si vatra svi te oće gasiti...Vračaju nam i zavide... Al to valda tako ide?Samo lepo možeš ružiti...Neg, ogrni jankel štofan... Šušte suknje ko celofan...Zavist valja i zaslužiti...

Malo mame, malo ćerke... Opajdare... Kaćiperke...Kibicuju i zagledaju...Šiparice... Gradske šmizle... Porumene ko ribizleKad sa nama pripovedaju...Ne bije nas džabe glas... Zadeni za šešir klas...I mater vetru dok je nama nas...

Aco-Braco, derane moj srditi... Da te grdim, to mi je ko sebe grditi...To il nemaš ili imaš, da te s vrata spazi primaš...Gušt je dati a ne stiskati...Nije gazda kesa šuplja što budzašto novce skuplja...Gazda je ko ume spiskati...

Aco-Braco, derane moj čestiti... Bog nek gleda di će koga smestiti...Od Bođana do Opova sila hulja i lopovaKoji grabe šta odaberu...Od Opova do Bođana još je dobrih VojvođanaDa im s neba leba naberu...

Aco, my bro

Aco*, my bro, my perky rowdy... You and I are the state inside a state:Franz Joseph and the Habsburgs gave the Devil his due...Bolsheviks kicked the Empire from the throne...Kaiser screwed himself like the biggest idiot...But the two of us are without flaws...

Aco, my bro, my tall rowdy... When you're fire, everyone wants to extinguish you...They envy you and put a charms on you... But that's how it goes?Only can only revile properly...Never mind, just put your jacket... And the skirts will start to rustle like the cellophane...Envy has to be earned...

Moms and daughters... Crazy ladies... Fashion women...They weigh and stare...Teenage girls... Vain city girls... They blush like the currantsWhen talking with us...It's not lie what they say about us... Put an ear in your hat...And say "You motherf*****" to the wind...

Aco, my bro, my angry rowdy... I can't scold you, it's like scolding myself...That's something you're born with, to be noticed by the musicians when you enter the room...Pleasure is to give, not to keep...Master won't be miserly bag which keeps the money for no reason...Master will be the one who knows how to spend...

Aco, my bro, my honest rowdy... It's up to God where He will put every one of us...From Bođani to Opovo, there's a lot of scamps and thievesWho take what they want...From Opovo to Bođani, there're still some good VojvodiniansTo put them where their place is...

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