Oj Alija Aljo by Koridor Lyrics
Oj Alija, Alija ljiljanima babo
I tebi će leđa okrenuti švabo
Oj Alija, Aljo primi hladan tuš
U brk ti se smije tvoj prijatelj Bush
Oj Alija, Alija muslimanski izrode
Prevešće te Tuđman žednog preko vode
Oj Alija, Aljo male su ti međe
Da si osto sa nama bile bi još veće
Nema više turskih pita, od posavskog zlatnog žita
Oj Alija, Alija ljut si na nas strašno
Što ne možeš Srbina prodati za brašno
Oj Alija, Aljo, šta će tebi hrana?
Kol'ko bolan misliš imat Ramazana?
Oj Alija, Alija, izgubićeš čast
Kad ti Tuđman ovce uzme a pošalje mast
Oj Alija, Aljo, tebi nešto fali
Misliš da si veliki a tako si mali
Nema više turskih pita, od posavskog zlatnog žita
Oj Alija, Alija imaš grdnu manu
Što si babo izabrao skroz pogrešnu stranu
Oj Alija, Aljo šta ćeš bolan sada
Izdala te izdala Tuđmanova garda
Oj Alija, Alija i mi smo te zvali
Al si htio da postaneš ti veliki Ali
Oj Alija, Aljo, možda nisi znao
Visoko si poletno a nisko si pao
Nema više turskih pita, od posavskog zlatnog žita
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Oh, Alija, Aljo
Oh Alija, Alija, lily-of-the-valley grandmother
They'll turn their backs on you too, you scoundrel
Oh Alija, Aljo, take a cold shower
Your friend Bush is laughing at you
Oh Alija, Alija, you Muslim bastard
A thirsty Tuđman will take you across the water
Oh Alija, Aljo, your limits are small
If you had stayed with us, they would have been even bigger
There are no more Turkish pies, made from the golden wheat of Posavina
Oh Alija, Alija, you're terribly angry with us
Why can't you sell a Serb for flour
Oh Alija, Aljo, what do you need food for?
How painful do you think Ramadan is?
Oh Alija, Alija, you will lose your honor
When Tuđman takes your sheep and sends fat
Oh Alija, Aljo, there is something wrong with you
You think you are big and you are so small
There are no more Turkish pies, from the golden grain of Posavina
Oh Alija, Alija, you have a huge flaw
Why did you choose the wrong side, grandma
Oh Alija, Aljo, what are you going to do now
You were betrayed by Tuđman's guard
Oh Alija, Alija and we called you
But you wanted to become a great Ali
Oh Alija, Aljo, maybe you didn't know
You are high and flying and you have fallen low
There are no more Turkish pies, from the golden grain of Posavina