A keresés eredménye

Állj ki Ukrajna mellett (Benzin)

Hogy alszotok éjszaka?
Hogyan hunyjátok le a szemetek,
Ha azok az életek,
Mind a ti kezetekben vannak?
Egyedül álltok a dombon,
A tüzelőanyagotokat ölésre használjátok.
Ezt nem fogjuk ölbe tett kézzel nézni,
Figyeljétek ahogy táncolunk.
 
Hogy alszotok éjszaka?
Hogyan hunyjátok le a szemetek,
Ha azok az életek,
Mind a ti kezetekben vannak?
Egyedül álltok a dombon,
A tüzelőanyagotokat ölésre használjátok.
Ezt nem fogjuk ölbe tett kézzel nézni,
Figyeljétek ahogy táncolunk.
 
Táncolni fogunk a benzinen!
Táncolni fogunk a benzinen!
Táncolni fogunk a benzinen!
 

St. Emetri

In a strange moment
In the middle of the midnight hour
You think about the days that have passed
And disappeared into the shoals
 
What will come
And where are we going
Yes, sorry I'm asking
But when, yes when will we go home?
 
Oh St. Emetri
Tell me your secret
No, don't tease me
Just tell me a little about what you know
Oh St. Emetri
The bells toll for me
So dear Father
Help me a little along the way
 
Are we born amateurs
Are we fate's irony
And do we catch the train
Or does it just roll past?
 
Oh St. Emetri
Tell me your secret...
 

Gas Station

No. no, no don't pull this on me
Because biscuit is no water
You put whatever you want, there, that I'll pick whatever I want to
Don't try forcing me, woman, it won't work
 
Slowly
Really slowly
Better than doing it quickly is doing it right
 
It doesn't matter
If you don't care
I'll stay here doing it really slowly
 
You don't need to call me love
When you want me I'll go
Meet you without commitment
Wherever it's needed
Whichever day of the week
Any time, day or night
 
I'm open 24h
Like a Gas Station
 

Gasolina

Versions:
They have to be prepared because what is coming will be to beat them..
(Hard!) Mami, I already know that you won't quit..
(Hard!) What I like is that you allow to be controlled..
(Hard!) All the weekends she goes out to have fun...
(Hard!) My (female) cat doesn't stop (making the grrr sound of cats) because...
 
Da me mas gasolina!
Da me mas gasolina!
Da me mas gasolina!
Da me mas gasolina!
 
She likes the gasoline
Give me more gasoline
How she likes gasoline!
 
She turns on the turbines
She doesn't discrimine
She doesn't misses even a small party
She puts on makeup even to go to the corner
She looks so fine that even her shadow combines with her
Killer, she controls me
(she makes the prrrr sound of cats) in cars, big cars and limousines
she fills up her tank with adrenaline
When she hears reggaeton in the loudspeakers
 
Da me mas gasolina!
Da me mas gasolina!
Da me mas gasolina!
 
She likes the gasoline
Give me more gasoline
How she likes gasoline!
 
Here we are the best, (unable to translate this part)
On the dance floor they call us 'The killers'
You make anyone to fall in love with you
when you dance at the drums beat
This goes for the (female) cats of all colours
for the grown ones and for the young ones
For those who are more foxes (->smarter) than the hunters
For the women who doesn't turn off their engines
You and me have something pending
You owe something to me and you know it
With me she gets lost
She doesn't render an account to anyone
same as last four verses
 
Da me mas gasolina!
Da me mas gasolina!
Da me mas gasolina!