Zabranjeno Pusenje - Fildžan Viška

Pismo Elvisu

O Elvise tako sam sretna
imam veliki stan u centru Manhattana
sa Tom Waitsom svira moj muz
bijeli je covjek al' ima dusu za blues

Sjetim se nekad na sretne dane
kad smo jeli baklavu kod moje nane
New York je hladan, nijedan jaran
nikoga nema da mu dodjes na Bajram

Zasto sam morala pobjeci glupo
mozda sam mogla izvuci uslov
al' dzaba sloboda, lijekovi, pare
kad od tebe traze da izdas drugare

Od mene niko nije tuzniji bio
kada sam cula da je pogin'o Zijo
prosla su ona sretna vremena
i ja sam danas drukcija zena

Dal' si se i ti posvetio djeci
obec'o si dati moje ime kcerci
gledaj da budu posteni i zlatni
ne daj da postanu zli narkomani

O Elvise, ja nisam sretna
imalo me je pola Manhattana
rodjenu majku bih prodala sada
kada mi treba tih pola grama

Na kraju da ti pozelim srecu
Sarajevo vise vidjeti necu
kad se po gradu upale rakete
stavi ruku na srce i sjeti se mene

Credits
Writer(s): Davor Sucic
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