Paroles et traduction Cistychov - Hanba Ti

Hanba Ti

Co ih ojebavas
Hanba Ti
Patríš k tým, čo majú všetko v piči ty? Hanba ti!
Vravia ti smrad skurvený? Hanba ti!
Bez chrbtovej kosti nevieš, že kde končí brada ti? Hanba ti!

Keď charakter ti vznikal,
Možno to niekto spískal,
Možno ty si to zlé loto vybral a
Povrchnosť v ruke stískal a s ňou pískal,
V drzosti a v správaní sa k blízkym
Zlým čoraz odvážnejšie čísla písal.

Pre svoje nové gate ojebal by si aj mater,
Si frajer no na cudzí účet a nefér,
Ojebaní známy z brány brali na teba moc malý meter
A tak u ľudí na okolí zanechal si hodne veľa sekier.

V sebectve pre seba, navonok v herectve,
No niekedy už aj ten dobrý herec štve,
Sľubov plno, ale činov málo ako údov v neveste,
Skutky kdeže ste? V piči!

Patríš k tým, čo majú všetko v piči ty? Hanba ti!
Vravia ti smrad skurvený? Hanba ti!
Bez chrbtovej kosti nevieš, že kde končí brada ti? Hanba ti!

Všetko sa ti naspäť vráti, aj keď nie dnes ešte,
Zhnijú tvoje potajomky oberané čerešne,
Zo stromov blízkych ľudí, čo si oberával nečestne.

Najebávať a jebávať ženy kamarátov za ich
Zadkom, stopercentne budeš dobrým tatkom.
Keď si bol malý ťa bili, lebo si hovno vedel,
V dvadsiatich došlo na činky a ihly,
Aby si si vo svojom zrkadle sedel.

K tomu nemecké auto za sto a hor sa
Na mladších strúhať gestá gangstrov.
Dnes v tom už ide množstvo vyjebancov,
Takých ako ty si stroskotancov.

Majú plnšiu buchsu, no plytšiu dušu,
Plnú hubu hnusu, slov bez vkusu.
Hanba ti čurák, ťaháš národ do mínusu,
Taký ako ty zbytočne tu sú!

Patríš k tým, čo majú všetko v piči ty? Hanba ti!
Vravia ti smrad skurvený? Hanba ti!
Bez chrbtovej kosti nevieš, že kde končí brada ti? Hanba ti!

Shame On You

Why are you fucking around with me?
Shame on you!
You're one of those who don't give a shit, do you? Shame on you!
They call you a fucking stinker? Shame on you!
Without a backbone, you don't know where your chin ends? Shame on you!

When your character was formed,
Maybe someone plotted it,
Maybe you picked the wrong bad lottery ticket and
Squeezed the superficiality in your hand and whistled along with it,
In your insolence and behavior towards your loved ones,
You wrote increasingly bolder numbers in evil.

For your new pants, you'd fuck even your mother,
You're a stud, but at someone else's expense and unfair,
Ripped-off acquaintances from the gate, they didn't have enough rage at you
And so you left a lot of axes in the vicinity of people around you.

In your selfishness for yourself, on the outside in acting,
But sometimes even that good actor pisses me off,
Promises galore, but deeds as few as limbs in a bride,
Deeds, where are you? In the pussy!

You're one of those who don't give a shit, do you? Shame on you!
They call you a fucking stinker? Shame on you!
Without a backbone, you don't know where your chin ends? Shame on you!

Everything will come back to you, even if not today yet,
Your secretly picked cherries will rot,
From the trees of close people, which you picked dishonestly.

To cheat and fuck the women of your friends for their
Butt, you'll definitely be a good father.
When you were little, you were beaten up because you didn't know shit,
In your twenties, it was time for weights and needles,
So you could sit in your own mirror.

To go with that a German car for a hundred and off you go
To make gangster gestures to the younger ones.
Today, there are many fuckers in this already,
Wreckage like you.

Their wallets are fuller, but their souls are shallower,
Their mouths full of shit, words without taste.
Shame on you, you cunt, you're dragging the nation down,
People like you are useless here!

You're one of those who don't give a shit, do you? Shame on you!
They call you a fucking stinker? Shame on you!
Without a backbone, you don't know where your chin ends? Shame on you!