Zabranjeno pušenje "Tri ratna havera" lyrics

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Tri ratna havera

Noć pred gašenje Olimpijskoga plamenaStrašni dernek pravili smo Mufa, Kiki i jaKroz živote nam je zurila mladostKao potok kad teče kroz krašSve što se ima tu je na stoluNišta nije ostalo za nas

A govorio je tada moj debeli stricNekad kroz suze a nekad kroz smijehZa svu vašu zajebancijuJednom će se platiti ceh

Noć pred paljenje naoružanog narodaZadnji put sjedili smo Mufa, Kiki I jaTri jarana, tri priče, tri strana jezikaRasli smo na istoj zemlji ali raznih korjena

Mufa je srao o ljudskim pravimaKiki je kuko da mu slabi vidIspred nas je stajao pakaoA između nas kineski zid.

Mufa, Kiki i ja

Nekad padne nodvojvodaA nekad stari svatNe zna se čija je glava prva,Tako ovde počinje rat

Mufa je znao kome pripada,Spreman je dočekao taj danJa sam se već bio isparioA Kiki je ostao krečiti stan

Preko CNN-a gledao sam MufuSa heklerom i u tenamaKaže on samo brani svoj gradA ko ne brani grad za njega je smrad

Kiki je znao da je ta priča kuracAl nije znao to čuvat za sebeLajao je okolo ludo i smjeloDok ga jednu noć nije odvelo

Ref:

Mufa Kiki i jaRaznjela nas mećavaNa tri strane, tri puta, tri stara havera ljutaMufa, Kiki i ja.

Mufa ga je našao nakon sedam danaU nakoj kući na BjelavamaUšao je tiho i samo je rek'oPustite ga da ne bi jebo mater nekom

Ta noć je bila gluha i hladnaA hladna je bila i MiljackaMufa je sredio varijantu nogeČekala se riječ četnika

Pao je u blato i osjetio cjevVidio je facu bradati i drškuVidio je smrt i čuo je riječiDobrodošli u Republiku Srpsku

U komandi ga je čekao Boro pekarSlušaj rode, kako svi radePrijaviš se fol dobrovoljno, šaljem te na HrešuZa mjesec dva, fataj se Kanade

Za Mufu sam čuo da je u ŠviciKod burazove zene iz prošlog brakaKazu ne može bez Sarajva,Bez te vode i tog zraka

Od Kikija je stigla razglednica malaNa njoj slapovi na Nijagari

Piše moje ime I moja adresaPiše zbogom žohari

Noć pred stavljanje dejtonskoga potpisaSanjao sam opet smo skupa Mufa, Kiki i jaBio je kao hastal pun raznih džakonijaBilo je jutro, rosa i cvijeće i mlada seljanka

Bilo je sunce jasno i vedroKao uvijek poslije kišne noćiSamo to više nismo bili miU svojoj snazi moći.

Ref:

Mufa Kiki i ja

Three war comrades

On the night before extinguishing Olympic flame*,Mufa, Kiki and me* were partying hardly.Youth was shining from our lives,Like a creek running through karst.Everything that we have is here on the table,Nothing's left for us.

But my fat uncle was telling us then,Sometimes in tears, and sometimes in laughter:"For all your screwing aroundYou will pay someday."

On the night before igniting armed people,Mufa, Kiki and me were sitting togheter last time.Three friends, three stories, three foreign languages*,We were growing up on the same land, but from different roots.

Mufa was shitting about human rights,Kiki was complaining that his sight was weakening,Hell was standing before usAnd the Chinese wall between us.

Mufa, Kiki and me

Sometimes archduke falls,And sometimes bridesman*,It's not known whose head is the first,That is how war starts here.

Mufa knew to who he belongsHe was ready even at that day,I had already left,And Kiki stayed to paint the apartment.

I was watching Mufa on CNN,With heckler and in sneakers,He says he only defends his city,And who betrays the city is a scumbag for him.

Kiki knew that that story was shit,But he couldn't save it for himself,He was barking around, crazy and bravelyUntil one night they catched him.

Chorus:

Mufa, Kiki and meWe were scattered by a storm,On three sides, on three paths - three old war comradesMufa, Kiki and me.

Mufa found him after seven days,In some house on Bjelave*He entered silent and only said:"Let him go or I will screw someone of you."

That night was silent and cold,And Miljacka* was cold, too.Mufa made an option so he could leave,They were waiting an answer from četniks.

He fell in mud and felt a rifle,He saw beardy and rude face,He saw death and heard words:"Welcome to Republic of Srpska*".

Boro the baker waited him in command:"Listen, my friend, what's everybody doing,You appeal volontarily, I then send you on Hreša*,In month or two, run to Canada".

I heard that Mufa is in Switzerland,He lives with his brother's wife from last marrige,They say he can't live without Sarajevo,That water and that air.

A little postcard came from Kiki,With Niagara waterfalls on it.

My name and my adress are written,It's also written: "G'bye scumbags".

The night before making Dayton* signatureI dreamed that Mufa, Kiki and me are again togheter,The table was full with many meals and drinks,It was a morning, a dew, with flowers and countrygirl.

There was bright and clear Sun,As always after rainy night.But that were not us anymoreStrong and powerful as we had been.

Chorus

Mufa, Kiki, and me

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