Tigar iz Kladnja

Ahmed Džindo knew very well
Success won’t come on a silver platter
He hit the bags, practiced karate,
In the morning he ran through his hometown Kladanj
Ahmed Džindo loved Mina
Her picture came out in "Slobodna Bosna"
Ahmed Džindo wanted to be a champion
World champion in Chinese boxing

What a big spectacle our canton would have
One day it wouldn’t be
If the president called the champion
To come over for dinner
Zike immediately called his buddy
In the German town of Nübelung
To have Ahmo knock someone out
Relax at home in the ring

It’s a sport for the people in Bosnia
Low blows don’t get judged here
And there’s only a short break
For the cleaner to sweep the teeth

Black Sammy didn’t know what country he was in
Or how to properly eat baklava
Black Sammy only knew
In which round he should fall
Zike and the guys from our canton
Sat right by the ring
Zike’s hand on Mina’s knee
Screwed up the concentration of the Kladanj Tiger

Is it Sammy’s fault or Ahmo’s?
They analyzed it after the match
Our champion ran into a wall
The Tiger from Kladanj fell like a candle

It’s a sport for the people in Bosnia
Low blows don’t get judged here
And there’s only a short break
For the cleaner to sweep the teeth

And while they were driving back to the hotel
Ahmo felt every bump and ditch
The shocks couldn’t soften
The bad roads and the sad wreck
Relaxed since he didn’t have to diet anymore
He took a hit from the bottle and lit a cigar
To Black Sammy and referee Hans
He gave a short recital:

"Buddy, somehow here
The years fly by slowly
This country doesn’t tolerate
Planners, visionaries, and architects
Predicting and setting things up,
No one here has that kind of smarts
Driver, stop here
Come on, I’ll take you for ćevapi!"

It’s a sport for the people in Bosnia
Low blows don’t get judged here
And there’s only a short break
For the cleaner to sweep the teeth