Edo Maajka — Za I Protiv song lyrics and translation

The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Za I Protiv" by Edo Maajka.

Lyrics

Rodjen `71, za bratstva jedinstva,
od roditelja komunista, s` partijskih lista…
Pionir posto `78, a za Titom plako dvije godine poslije,
dijete Bosne, dijete Juge…
Nisam mrzio nacije druge do `92,
21-na godina mi bila, preko noci postadoh borac,
od jebenoga mother f**king civila…
Branio sam svoju kucu, ovo je moja zemlja,
drugima nedam od svoje zemlje ni pedlja…
Nisam bjeÅ¾o ko peder, tu i tamo koji geler me pogodio,
al`sam zato zahvalnicu dobio…
Sad sam civil, Å¾ena mi radi u SC-u,
cisti im po hodnicima, nekad po WC-u…
A ja imam paru finu, svoju invalidninu,
prevozim ljudima gradju, kad sebi kuce slaÅ¾u…
Å ta cu u Americi kaÅ¾em, fino mi je ovdje,
tu mi je familija, tu su ljudi Å¡to me vole…
Imam neke rodbine, kod njake tam` ATLANTE,
fino im je kaÅ¾u, mjesto vode piju FANTE…
Al`jebo zivot, bez cevapa i sevdaha,
bez komÅ¡iluka i bez naÅ¡ega jezika…
Necu da gledam svoju familiju preko slika,
tam`necu bit`niko ovdje sam im svima dika…
Ovdje me svi znaju i svi me pozdravljaju,
kad sam u kafani onda samnom nazdravljaju…
Tu sam odrasto, proveo svoje djetinjstvo,
sad da odem na zapad, bilo bi ubistvo cisto…
Zato cu ostat ovdje iako nemam love,
zato imam snove za Bosanske dane nove, koji idu…
A moj mali po noci se digne i piÅ¡e,
nekakve parole po zidu i kaÅ¾e…
Za ili protiv, za ili protiv,
svako ima jeben motiv, otici, za ili protiv…
Za ili protiv, za ili porotiv,
svako ima motiv ostati, za ili protiv…
U Bosni se rodio bio sam i u ratu,
fala bogu, Dayton, uhvatio sam odma maglu…
Dosta mi je bilo ratnih slika,
reko «Jebo vas Balkance», pravac maajka Amerika…
Kako sam doÅ¡o ovdje, prica je baÅ¡ fora,
iÅ¡o` sam u Zagreb na dva, tri razgovora…
Sponzora mi naÅ¡li nekog cojka iz New York-a,
da mi da za kartu, jer nisam imo`svoju platu…
Zbogom politicari i vaÅ¡e vojske,
zbogom nacionalisti, zbogom djelitelji BOSNE…
Zbogom arbitraÅ¾e i ostale gnjavaÅ¾e,
zbogom Å¾ohari, ko st Å UPAK NELE kaÅ¾e…
Za sve vas dole me zaboli moje dupe,
preko CNN-a, cu gledat vaÅ¡e face glupe…
Å¡to sam od vas dalje, to mi je sve bolje,
necu niko dat`da moje dijete danas, sutra kolje…
How, Yes, No, to jest, kako da ne,
engleski sam naucio u roku pola godine…
Sve sam obavijestio da sam se ovdje fino smjestio,
da sam poso`naÅ¡o i sa Å¾enama se snaÅ¡o`…
Kupio sam kucu, dobio sam i dijete,
Å¾ena mi ide na nekakve Americke dijete…
Polete mi misli nekad i do SAVE,
al`tugu ubijem uz peace, New York-Å¡ke trave…
teÅ¡ko je ovdje, u Bosni je jos teÅ¾e,
samo familija, proÅ¡lost me za nju veÅ¾e…
A ja s`rajom mezim, Å¡kemba sve veca,
daleko od Bosanskog pakla, oko mene samo sreca…
Oko mene sreca, svakim danom veca,
oko mene sreca, svakim danom sve veca…
Za ili protiv, za ili protiv,
svako ima motiv otici, za ili protiv…

Lyrics translation

Born ' 71, for the brotherhood of unity,
from Communist parents, with party lists…
Pioneer of percentages ' 78, and for Tito placo two years later,
child of Bosnia, child of the South…
I didn't hate other peoples until I was 92,
I was 21 years old, and in a night I became a fighter,
fucking bastard f * * King of civilians…
I defended my home, this is my country,
other I not from its land nor pedals…
I didn't run like a gay man here and there that Geller hit me,
but that's why I got a thank you letter…
Now I'm a civilian, my job is in SC,
he cleans them in the hallways, sometimes in the toilet....
And I have a couple of good ones, my disability,
I put people in line when they send themselves home…
In America, I like it here.,
there is my family, there are people who love me…
I have relatives, dumplings Tam'atlanta.,
they are beautiful, as they say, a place for water to drink Fante...
♪ ,
without Komo ilu iluka and without language naÅ jezika ega…
I won't look at my family from pictures.,
I won't be here with anyone....
Everyone here knows me, and everyone welcomes me,
when I'm at the cafe, I'll drink to you....
I grew up here, spent my childhood,
now, if I go West, it will be pure murder....
So I'll stay here, even though I don't have any money,
that's why I have dreams of new Bosnian days coming…
And my baby gets up at night and drinks,
some parole on the wall and how…
For or against, for or against,
everyone has a fucking motive to leave, for or against…
For or against, for or against,
everyone has a motive to stay, for or against…
I was born in Bosnia and in the war,
thank God, Dayton, I caught the fog…
I've had enough of war photos.,
I said "fuck you, Balkans", direction maaika America…
How I got here, the story is BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA,
IÅ o o ' SAM in Zagreb for two, three conversations…
My sponsor found someone from new York,
give me the ticket because I didn't pay…
Goodbye politicians and military personnel,
goodbye nationalists, goodbye divisors of Bosnia…
Goodbye arbitraÅ¾e and other gnjavaÅ¾e,
goodbye Å¾ohari, who st Å UPAK NELE kaÅ¾e…
For all of you down I don't care my ass,
on CNN, I'll watch vaÅ¡e face stupid…
Å¡I of you away, it's all better,
I'm not one dat'da my child today, tomorrow, slaughtering…
How, Yes, No, or, how not to,
English I learned within half a year…
I informed him that I was here nice set up,
I poso'naÅ¡o and with Å¾enama to snaÅ¡o`…
I bought a house, I got and child,
Å¾ena goes on some kind of American child…
Fly my thoughts sometimes and to SAVE,
al'tugu kill with the peace foundation, New York-Å¡ke weed…
teÅ¡who's here, in Bosnia is still teÅ¾e,
just family, proÅ¡lost me for her veÅ¾e…
And I s'rajom I hate, Å¡kemba getting bigger,
far from Bosnian hell, around me only happiness…
Around me the happiness, every day more,
around me the happiness, every day more…
For or against, for or against,
everyone has a motive to go, for or against…