Somewhere there behind seven mountains,
where ''Town traffic'' Ltd. is driving,
In a small house Halid was born,
Star shone up in the sky
Boss from the ''Cherry'' tavern said:
''People, this is a good sign
He'll be singer, actor or politician,
and maybe Halid instead of Halid''
He wasn't so good at school,
Professors hated him,
And it collapsed when he stole
money from school trip.
He went to sing at tavern,
It was bad there were fights
Like then when he sang ''Far far away''
to truck driver from Čitluk.
But you can climb past all of that,
when you have a vision, when you have a dream
He's full of money, coke all day
So you can be Halid instead of Halid
Manager Boro took him under him own,
In Sarajevo to record vinyls
Newspapers wrote:'' That aint clean business
There's a lot of turkish songs''
But they told Halid not to ask questions,
to laugh even when he doesn't understand the joke,
he'll have house with tennis court,
BMW payed in cash
But you can climb past all of that,
when you have a vision, when you have a dream
He's full of money, coke all day
So you can be Halid instead of Halid
It's okay kid, take a rest
Here should go solo,
this is where our story breaks apart
anyways Halid did become Halid
instead of Halid
Come on again
Thank you uncle
Now me again
But he was given good songs more rarely
He was overtaken by some fast stallions
To whom he used to pay drinks
To whom he let peek when he was getting some ass
''Stock whiskey'' in his hand instead of microphone
Rarely on cover pages
His wife was seen at Stojičevac
With some football club junior
But one night he drove himself up on mountains
and from there he looked at city lights
and above some small house
the star shone up in the sky
and like some big weight
was lifted from his back
It was time that someone else was
Halid instead of Halid