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Bambi

Zlati prah v kozarc dej
Ne drevi ne davi, ampak zdej
Zlati prah v kozarc dej
Ne drevi ne davi, ampak zdej

Zlati prah v kozarc dej
Ne drevi ne davi, ampak zdej
Metilon in zlati sprej
Zmeši z vodo in barve glej
Biblija na kuskus
Pojej pomen, fraze pust, pust
Zaratustra na puf puf
Pršu čez vrata sam kuršlus
Morisonke za modre guje
Tretje oko sveti brez utruje
Kaj te boli pička, aura hardcore
Čeprav sm blokovski pacov
Pol Slick Rick, pol Castro
K Peter Pan ustavu čas, jo
Belmondo, Marlon Brando
K se počm hengam z bando
Zlati prah v kozarc daj
Ne drevi ne davi, ampak zdaj
Pentagram usred face
V paternih udov nou glave
Pol volk pol človk vsi ostali kr eni
Vsi moji frendi, gensko spremenjeni
K Šiva šest rok, poza fontana
Šest oči, riba po imenu Wanda
Abraxas prav Šivi mala
Vsi ostali so gadni
Šepne mi Šiva na uho
Očka loh me kličeš Bambi

Pržim vutro cel dan
Gledam zvezde čez dan
Pušim vutro cel dan
Gledam zvezde čez dan
Loh me kličeš Bambi
Loh, loh me kličeš Bambi
Šepne mi Šiva na uho
Očka loh me kličeš Bambi
Pržim vutro cel dan
Gledam zvezde čez dan
Pušim vutro cel dan
Gledam zvezde čez dan
Loh me kličeš Bambi
Loh, loh me kličeš Bambi
Šepne mi Šiva na uho
Očka loh me kličeš Bambi

Roza barva, mtka od rdeče
Supergalactica, sreče stres je vmes vpet
Oker in bež, jantar za po pet
Sveti svet žirafa sto pet
Kamnk sto petdeset
V klet, nič
Uzgori flet za pornič
Kič blišč pred duhovi ščit
Mešanica kristalov in hlade kalcit
Kamen severnih voda čez oblake se vid
Bumbule džumbule v Kongu sred džungle
Potoki čunge lunge iz sladkornih pen bunde
Jem si rokav, morm ga popravt
Flyness do smrti, teksture k prti
In zavese, od stare babe a princese
Mjav mjav
V loku, salte palme na otoku
Šiva diva rada umiva me v soku
Tunja Turkoglu v filmu gledat mogu
Harpije za papije z medvedi v brlogu
Volkovi v grmovju
Na stropu freske
Volkovi v grmovju
Na stropu freske

Pušim vutro cel dan
Gledam zvezde čez dan
Pržim vutro cel dan
Gledam zvezde čez dan
Pušim vutro cel dan
Gledam zvezde čez dan
Loh me kličeš Bambi
Loh, loh me kličeš Bambi
Šepne mi Šiva na uho
Očka loh me kličeš Bambi
Pržim vutro cel dan
Gledam zvezde čez dan
Pušim vutro cel dan
Gledam zvezde čez dan
Loh me kličeš Bambi
Loh, loh me kličeš Bambi
Šepne mi Šiva na uho
Očka loh me kličeš Bambi

Bambi

Golden dust in a glass of water
Not tonight or tomorrow, but now
Golden dust in a glass of water
Not tonight or tomorrow, but now

Golden dust in a glass of water
Not tonight or tomorrow, but now
Methylone and golden spray
Mix it with water and see the colors
Bible on couscous
Eat the meaning, leave the phrases behind
Zarathustra on a pouf
I burst through the door with just my dick
Moccasins for blue snakes
Third eye shines tirelessly
What's wrong with your pussy, hardcore aura
Even though I'm a block rat
Half Slick Rick, half Castro
Like Peter Pan, I stop time, girl
Belmondo, Marlon Brando
When I hang out with the gang
Golden dust in a glass, put it in
Not tonight or tomorrow, but now
Pentagram in the middle of my face
In the pattern of my limbs and the shape of my face
Half wolf, half man, everyone else is just some shit
All my friends are genetically modified
Like Shiva, six arms, pose of a fountain
Six eyes, a fish named Wanda
Abraxas is Shiva's little girl
Everyone else is nasty
Shiva whispers in my ear
Daddy, you can call me Bambi

I fry the inside all day long
I look at the stars during the day
I smoke the inside all day long
I look at the stars during the day
You can call me Bambi
You, you can call me Bambi
Shiva whispers in my ear
Daddy, you can call me Bambi
I fry the inside all day long
I look at the stars during the day
I smoke the inside all day long
I look at the stars during the day
You can call me Bambi
You, you can call me Bambi
Shiva whispers in my ear
Daddy, you can call me Bambi

Pink color, the mother of red
Supergalactic, the stress of luck is intertwined
Ocher and beige, amber for five each
Sacred world, giraffe, one hundred and five
One hundred and fifty for stone
In the basement, nothing
Fire up the flute for the porn
Kitsch, a shield of glitter in front of spirits
A mixture of crystals and cold calcite
A stone of the northern waters, visible through the clouds
Bumble jumbles in the Congo, in the middle of the jungle
Streams of sweet pen bundles from sugary foam
I eat my sleeve, I have to fix it
Flyness until death, textures like a tablecloth
And curtains, from an old lady, a princess
Meow meow
In the bow, palm tree somersaults on the island
Shiva diva loves to wash me in juice
I can watch Tunja Turkoglu in a movie
Harpies for papers with bears in the den
Wolves in the bushes
Frescoes on the ceiling
Wolves in the bushes
Frescoes on the ceiling

I smoke the inside all day long
I look at the stars during the day
I fry the inside all day long
I look at the stars during the day
I smoke the inside all day long
I look at the stars during the day
You can call me Bambi
You, you can call me Bambi
Shiva whispers in my ear
Daddy, you can call me Bambi
I fry the inside all day long
I look at the stars during the day
I smoke the inside all day long
I look at the stars during the day
You can call me Bambi
You, you can call me Bambi
Shiva whispers in my ear
Daddy, you can call me Bambi