A keresés eredménye

Guts to the wooden fence

Blind is the one practicing rock music,
Kranjec* is making fun out of him.
A rocker is always fooled by luck.
He lives and dies without money.
Whole life he is exerting himself,
Spending dough on guitars,
leather pants, old guitar amps
He hasn´t been selling plates for a long time.
Rock ’n roll doesn’t make profit in our country, ‘cause there is other scene where all the gain goes.
Accordion siphons off all the cash.
Now, forget about the guitar riffs,
the only true music is the Oberkrainer music.
Fuck rock and fuck roll,
play something polka-like (lit. to jump around)
 
Chorus:
Guts to the wooden fence,
Titties out and willies in,
schnapps in blood,
tractor in first gear,
beer mug thrown to a head,
and a knife into a cow,
boom - I wake up on ER,
I can't help it being Slovene.
 
I work throughout the whole week (he is hard-working and fair)
I don't argue – I dutifully obey boss, mother-in law and wife,
If someone asks me something, I have no opinion,
no ambitions nor life,
But when I get to (village) inn,
I down some schnapps (1,2,3,4),
rinse it down with a liter of wine,
and to break it (the monotony) I drink beer.
Suddenly I am the expert on cars, women and sport results,
by far I'm the loudest one,
I am the know-it-all guy.
In my head polka starts playing,
chainsaw plays the (major) third interval,
and I shout out while I throw the bottle at the waitress...
 
Chorus:
Guts on the wooden fence,
Titties out and willies in,
schnapps in blood,
tractor in first gear,
beer mug thrown to a head,
knife into a cow,
boom - I wake up on ER,
I can't help it being Slovene.
 
Carnations* and chrysanths*
quiver softly in the wind,
from nearby hill the church bell rings,
bim-bam-bom
which calls for the religious folks.
Higher education doesn't help,
not what the others say,
when I hear the sound of accordion,
centuries roll back,
my mind get flushed with spirit,
in my heart plays Golica*,
veselica* and potica*,
again I am free like a bird….
 
Chorus:
Guts on the wooden fence,
Titties out and willies in,
schnapps in blood,
tractor in first gear,
beer mug thrown to a head,
knife into a cow,
boom - I wake up on ER,
I can't help it being Slovene.
 

They fuck us up

They fuck us up everyday from morning to evening,
you get fucked up by policeman if you drink too much beer,
you get fucked up by boss if you're late to work,
parents fuck you up if you end up in bad company.
 
Math fucks some up on final exam,
others are fucked up by hangover when partying too hard,
whites fuck up with blacks just because they're not white,
but on TV we won't tolerate any of that.
 
Cause how would it look like if Mario* and Desa Muck* instead of humor they would practice s__? 
Sašo Hribar* without pants - that is just too much!
 
You are fucked by holidays 'cause you never have them,
you get fucked by computer 'cause its so hard to fix it,
you get fucked by railway because train is always late,
you get fucked up by wife who sulks before sex.
 
Snow fucks you up if it starts in May,
you get fucked up by a fly that keeps landing on your bald spot,
you get fucked by senility/old age because it starts too soon,
they can fuck up with you everywhere, but not on TV.
 
Cause how would Mr. Tanko* look if during evening news he would get something up his a__?
Miša taking off her clothes?
That is just too much! That is just too much!
 

Slaying hand

Today was some sort of bad day
Same as all this week been hitherto
I would rather now with mattock and plow
Smash all fucking faces in real
But pigs will get me busted for it
I don't really want to do a time on the bunk
So to make it to the morning at least
I will fuck up at least somebody in Twitter
 
And in Instagram I will cuss everyone
And in Facebook I will stick some dicks
And to VK1 will flow a pack of fucks
My slaying hand will bring a fucking hell
 
Hop, go ahead
Hop, go ahead
Hop, go ahead
Dominate humiliate! (2 times)
 
And heart like a flaming engine2
Hefty hands are tapping like machine gun
You have got a fucking hardcore
I will fuck with every account
I have my clean honor, and my
all conclusions are more valuable than diamonds
I will visit all my communities
And will fuck with every account
 
And in Instagram I will cuss everyone
And in Facebook I will stick some dicks
And to VK will flow a pack of fucks
My slaying hand will bring a fucking hell
 
Hop, go ahead
Hop, go ahead
Hop, go ahead
Dominate humiliate! (3 times)
 

• 1. Russian online social media
• 2. Slightly changed famous quote from a song

Unhappy monster

Behind the brown of my eyes
Hides an unhappy monster
Behind the brown of my eyes
Hides an unhappy monster
 
He's not mean, he's just a little sad
He ignores why
It takes him all alone like that
He prefers to sleep with the lights on
He's afraid of the dark
I wouldn't want him to cry
 
Behind the brown of my eyes
Hides an unhappy monster
Behind the brown of my eyes
Hides an unhappy monster
 
He lives with me since my adolescence
He takes some space
Often a bit too much for me
Since the evening I saw him smile at me
He doesn't scare me as much
Sometimes we even get along well
 
Behind the brown of my eyes
Hides an unhappy monster
Behind the brown of my eyes
Hides an unhappy monster
 

The sun

There is such a key word for dancing and singing
Just a thought about it brightens up darknes and drama
I know that word and I always have it in the songs
Cuz it tells me what courage is and
To dream with a smile despite the bad price
 
The sun - that's my word - the sun
The sun - above my head - the sun
The sun is all I have over the grave and the cradle
It tells me to live on
The sun is a God's gift to keep the road lights on
So that you can walk on it every day
 
The sun is a miracle of live I've been singing that for years
Cuz I have got a greek heart and I love blue sky
Cuz when the sun is shining it's easier to live
And to have the holy faith that its's a God's gift
To sail into distance with hope among changing sea waves
 
The sun - that's my word - the sun
The sun - above my head - the sun
The sun is all I have over the grave and the cradle
It tells me to live on
The sun is a God's gift to keep the road lights on
So that you can walk on it every day
 
The sun - that's my word - the sun
The sun - above my head - the sun
The sun is all I have over the grave and the cradle
It tells me to live on
So near and far the sun over the river of fate
Let it brighten up my days
 

A Song about a White Elephant

From ancient olden times in India lived
Wild huge grey elephants.
The elephants elephanted in the jungle without a path
One of them was white for some reason.
 
With kind eyes, a quiet disposition, he was different,
With his mind and noble suit.
Among his grey fellows, the white elephant
Was certainly a white crow.
 
And the lord of India, there were times,
Gave me an elephant out of respect.
'Why do I need an elephant?' I asked the foreigner,
And he said 'The elephant has a big heart.'
 
The elephant performed a curtsy, and I in my turn bowed
My speech was not evil and quiet.
Because exactly this white elephant
Was also a white female elephant.
 
I looked great sitting on the elephant
I went around India, a fairy-tale country,
Oh, where didn't we roam together
In distress got along perfectly.
 
And sometimes as we went to sing under someone's balcony,
The ladies all jumped out of the bedrooms.
I must tell you, that this white elephant,
Was extraordinarily musical.
 
The map of the world I'm sure you've seen,
You know that in India too there is a river.
My elephant and I drank mango juice
And somehow got lost in the wilds of the Ganges.
 
I rushed to the river, forgetting food and sleep ,
Irretrievably ruined my health.
And then they told me 'Your white elephant
Met a white elephant herd.'
 
I was offended for a long time, and then there you have it,
The ruler of India sent me an elephant again.
In the form of an ornament for a cane,
A white elephant, but made of ivory.
 
It is said that having seven elephants is good from,
On the shelf as a means against something bad.
It's better to let the white elephant stroll in a white herd,
It's better if he does not bring good luck.
 

He is like a sunshine [Beau comme le soleil]

ESMERALDA
He is like a sunshine
Maybe he is a prince, who knows?
He looked once and he has the love
He just wakes up, grabs me
He is like a sunshine
Maybe he is a prince, who knows?
I want it so....I dream it so...
 
FLEUR-DE-LYS
He is like a sunshine
But he's a rascal, everyone knows it
Yet when he is near
Although I want to run away, something holds me
He is like a sunshine
But he's a rascal, everyone knows it
I want... I shiver...
 
ESMERALDA, FLEUR-DE-LYS
He is like a sunshine
He is the one I dream of
Nothing will tear us apart
Once he takes me in his arms
He is like a sunshine
He is the one I dream of
He is like a sunshine
A sunshine....
 

Pink elephant

Where baobabs came to a slope,
Pink elephant was living in the meadow.
Maybe he was a little bit gray.
Shoes he was wearing size 100.
 
Smart tigers, silly jackal
Were moving quieter if he was asleep.
He was a little baggy on the outside.
Kind ears, gentle gaze.
 
But days of change came.
A cunning hunter captured him.
And in a zoo on a dull day
He became an ordinary gray elephant.
 
Beasts laugh, joke about him:
'Oh so handsome! Gray as a home!'
The elephant smiled, the elephant forgave them.
But for some reason the elephant became sad.
 
It's a waste to feel down, there's no trouble!
I know you are pink!
Maybe, accidentally somewhere in a dream
You leaned against a gray wall.
 
My kind elephant, I'm sorry,
Life has gray days.
The sun will give dawn soon,
It will paint skin pink!
It will paint skin pink!
 

On the sunny side of life

On the sunny side of life
it's good to walk together.
On the sunny side of life,
there's my home and you.
So far away and so close,
where there's the land of childhood years.
On the sunny side of life,
the heartbeat and the warmth of hands.
 
La la la la laj la, la la la la laj la, the sunshine,
let's sing together, la la la la la la la la la.
In love with the sun, in love with each other at such a time,
let's sing together la la la la la la la la la.
 
On the sunny side of the hill,
where the taste of wine matures,
on the sunny side of life,
you are and you say this:
so far away and so close,
where there's always time for love,
on the sunny side of dreams,
when you come, you'll meet us.
 
La la la la laj la, la la la la laj la, the sunshine,
let's sing together, la la la la la la la la la.
In love with the sun, in love with each other at such a time,
let's sing together la la la la la la la la la.
 

And the sun is gleaming

On the table, there's an unfinished letter,
hope is sleeping somewhere behind the wardrobe,
in the vase, flowers are withering,
there's no sugar for tea,
the kettle burnt out.
Dust has covered the black piano
'cause you miss a few notes
to play what was in the past,
what faded in the words
though it was supposed to exist so many years...
 
And the sun is gleaming as if nothing had happened.
It doesn't believe in grey days, bitter tears, stupid dreams
and in loves that are missing.
And the golden circle of the sun, like a hand reaching out,
like a laughing face, is calling us one more time
to hope that is above this world.
 
The clock is pushing the day forward.
Whoever comes will be late,
you think this way now
'cause life is pinching you,
'cause you'd like to have peace.
One or two cigarettes more
and you'll decide
whether finishing the letter is worthwhile
or you should finish with this love,
with this rose that has thorns.
 
And the sun is gleaming as if nothing had happened.
It doesn't believe in grey days, bitter tears, stupid dreams
and in loves that are missing.
And the golden circle of the sun, like a hand reaching out,
like a laughing face, is calling us one more time
to hope that is above this world.
 

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