Oj Alija, Aljo

O Alija Alija, with lilies, father
and the Swabian will turn his back on you
O Alija Aljo, take a cold shower
your friend Buš is laughing at you in your face

O Alija Alija, Muslim scum
Tuđman will take you thirsty across the water
O Alija Aljo, your boundaries are small
if you had stayed with us, they would have been even bigger

No more Turkish pies made from Posavina's golden wheat!

O Alija Alija, you're terribly angry with us
because you can't sell a Serb for flour
O Alija Aljo, what do you need food for
how painful do you think Ramadan will be?

O Alija Alija, you will lose your honor
when Tuđman takes your sheep and sends the fat
O Alija Aljo, something is missing in you
you think you're big but you're so small

No more Turkish pies made from Posavina's golden wheat!

O Alija Alija, you have a big flaw
for choosing the completely wrong side, father
O Alija Aljo, what will you do now
Tuđman's guard has betrayed you

O Alija Alija, we also called you
but you wanted to become the great Ali
O Alija Aljo, maybe you didn't know
you flew high but fell low

No more Turkish pies made from Posavina's golden wheat!