Текст и перевод песни Elán - Pištoľ

Pištoľ

Kradol?
Fuj . Aby viac nekradol - Odťať!
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Hej .
Červený šátečku kolem se toč
A já ju kolem se toč
Strašně se zlobím a nevím proč
A já ju á nevím proč
Za tisíc tristo takzvaných korún
Mi jeden jugoš ponúkol
Zánovnu pištol tak som to riskol
A kúpil som ju pod rukou.
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Červený šátečku kolem se toč
A ja ju kolem se toč
Strašně se zlobím a nevím proč
A já ju já nevím proč
Mám dušu svätca, myšlienky vraha
A v ruke pištoľ na krysy
V dlani ma páli, pevná a nahá
Jak moja milá kedysi
Jedno je isté vodka a pomsta
Najlepšie chutí studená
Ten kto z vás nemá
Svedomie čisté - tomu je guľka súdená .
Vykrádači nádeje Vykrádači nádeje
Defraudanty viery Defraudanty viery
Ešte sa nič nedeje Ešte sa nič nedeje
Iba na vás mierim len na vás mierim
Ideoví artisti ideoví artisti
Pokrokoví fízli Pokrokoví fízli
Ešte som len odistil Ešte som len odistil
Ako gáfor zmizli jak gáfor zmizli
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Mám dušu svätca, myšlienky vraha
A v ruke pištoľ na krysy
V dlani ma páli, pevná a nahá
Jak moja milá kedysi
Jedno je isté vodka a pomsta
Najlepšie chutí studená
Ten kto z vás nemá
Svedomie čisté - tomu je guľka súdená .
Vykrádači nádeje Vykrádači nádeje
Defraudanty viery Defraudanty viery
Ešte sa nič nedeje Ešte sa nič nedeje
Iba na vás mierim len na vás mierim
Ideoví artisti ideoví artisti
Pokrokoví fízli Pokrokoví fízli
Ešte som len odistil Ešte som len odistil
Ako gáfor zmizli jak gáfor zmizli
Hej .
Hej .
Hej .
Hej .
Môžte byť kľudný predal som pištoľ
Lebo až s prstom na spúšti
Človek si povie s Ježišom Kristom
Že ľuďom treba odpustiť.
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Gun

He stole, honey?
Oh dear! To make sure he doesn't steal again - Cut off his hand!
Chorus:
Hey .
Red bandana, twirl around me
And I'll twirl around you
I'm terribly angry and I don't know why
And I'll twirl around you oh I don't know why
For a thousand three hundred so-called crowns
A Yugoslavian offered me
A second-hand gun, so I took the risk
And bought it under the table.
Chorus:
Red bandana, twirl around me
And I'll twirl around you
I'm terribly angry and I don't know why
And I'll twirl around you oh I don't know why
I have the soul of a saint, the thoughts of a murderer
And a gun for rats in my hand
It burns in my palm, firm and naked
Like my sweetheart once
One thing is certain, vodka and revenge
Tastes best cold
Whoever among you doesn't have
A clear conscience - a bullet's in store for him.
Hope thieves Hope thieves
Faith fraudsters Faith fraudsters
Nothing is happening yet Nothing is happening yet
I'm only aiming at you, only aiming at you
Ideological artists ideological artists
Progressive cops Progressive cops
I've only just distilled it I've only just distilled it
Vanished like camphor vanished like camphor
Chorus:
I have the soul of a saint, the thoughts of a murderer
And a gun for rats in my hand
It burns in my palm, firm and naked
Like my sweetheart once
One thing is certain, vodka and revenge
Tastes best cold
Whoever among you doesn't have
A clear conscience - a bullet's in store for him.
Hope thieves Hope thieves
Faith fraudsters Faith fraudsters
Nothing is happening yet Nothing is happening yet
I'm only aiming at you, only aiming at you
Ideological artists ideological artists
Progressive cops Progressive cops
I've only just distilled it I've only just distilled it
Vanished like camphor vanished like camphor
Hey .
Hey .
Hey .
Hey .
You can relax, I sold the gun
Because only with my finger on the trigger
Does one realize, along with Jesus Christ
That one must forgive people.
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