Još se nisam ni brijaoživot mi je već prijao, prijaokad sam krenuo amidžistarim drumom ka Ilidži
Sreća il' čudo šta li jeda je bogdo i ranije, ranijemaše zove me curicakaže da je Mađarica
Ref.Hajde, hajde reciživa bila otkud ovdehajde, bonaslatka k'o bombona
Nisam ni ja od kamenakad se takla mog ramena, ramenapitam mala u čem' je stvarkaže, tražim put za Mostar
Ne znam dal' se zaljubilakao divlja me ljubilakad sam krenuo amidžistarim drumom ka Ilidži
Ref.
Hajde, bonaslatka k'o bombona
I hadn’t shaved yet,already enjoyed life,when I headed towards my uncle’sdown the old road to Ilidza
Luck or a miracle, whatever it is,if it only had happened earlier,waving, a girl is calling me,she says she’s Hungarian.
Ref:Come on, come on, tell me,may you live long, how come you are here?Come on,(she’s) sweet like a bonbon.
I’m not made of stone,when she touched my shoulder,I asked: “Girl, what is this about?”She says, she’s looking for the road to Mostar.
I don’t know if she fell in love,she kissed me wildly,when I headed towards my uncle’s,down the road to Ilidza.