Текст и перевод песни Horkýže slíže - Trápny vietor (Fart)

Trápny vietor (Fart)

Som trápny vietor v autobuse
Tu vami pohŕdajú v jednom kuse
Ja viem, v ľuďoch sa nikto nevyzná
A hlavne nikto sa vám neprizná.
Som trápny vietor v tridsaťštvorke
Narodil som sa pani Dorke.
Ja viem. Ľudí tých irituje smrad
Nuž zbohom moji bratia, ilegálny sklad.
Som trápny vietor v parlamente
Narodil som sa malý... aach hentej.
Ja viem. Keď vyvalím jej z pod sukne
Tak predsedkyňa ani nemukne.
Som trápny vietor a klaustrofóbik.
Tuná v tom tobogáne mám čo robiť.
Ja viem. Smrdí jak keby umrela
Chvalabohu už vidím konec tunela.
Ja idem.

Tak maj sa pekne milý môj anál
A nech žije svieži puch.
Zbohom maj sa pekne rodný môj anál
A vraj, že tu neni vzduch.

Tak maj sa pekne milý môj anál
A nech žije svieži puch.
Zbohom maj sa pekne rodný môj anál
A vraj, že tu neni vzduch.

Som trápny vietor a som na gynde
Myslel som si, že vyjdem niekde inde.
Ja viem. Doktor to schytal do tváre.
Tak sorry. Welcome to the Kramáre.
Som trápny vietor a každý vraví,
Bezo mňa nemôže byť nikto zdravý.
Ja viem. Dokonca ani minister,
čo púšťa mojich bratov cez booster.
Som trápny vietor vo výťahu,
Išiel som, pretože som bol na ťahu.
Ja viem, býva to veru horor, stres
Keď majú fazuľovú v ponorke
Som trápny vietor z domu lásky
Hovorím trnavsky aj po nitránsky
Ja viem. Asi by som mal ísť na vec
Za mnou sa valí ten môj hnedý bratranec
Ja idem.

Tak maj sa pekne milý môj anál
A nech žije svieži puch.
Zbohom maj sa pekne rodný môj anál
A vraj, že tu neni vzduch.

Tak maj sa pekne milý môj anál
A nech žije svieži puch.
Zbohom maj sa pekne rodný môj anál
A vraj, že tu neni vzduch.

Som trápny vietor na prvom rande
Tu nikto nerozumie žiadnej srande.
Ja viem. Vadím aj počas baleňá
A hlavne počas doby páreňá.
Som trápny vietor a kazím vášeň.
Som trápny ako táto trápna báseň.
Ja viem. Neni to Katapult, Elán.
Lúčim sa vetou: Nemóže ísť karta furt!
Vás nemám.

Tak maj sa pekne milý môj anál
A nech žije svieži puch.
Zbohom maj sa pekne rodný môj anál
A vraj, že tu neni vzduch.

Tak maj sa pekne milý môj anál
A nech žije svieži puch.
Zbohom maj sa pekne rodný môj anál
A vraj, že tu neni vzduch.

Tak maj sa pekne milý môj anál
A nech žije svieži puch.
Zbohom maj sa pekne rodný môj anál
A vraj, že tu neni vzduch ...

Peeved Wind (Fart)

I'm a peevish wind in a bus
Here you are despised, without a fuss
I know, nobody understands people
And nobody will admit to you especially.
I'm a peevish wind in a 34-way
I was born to Lady Dorka.
I know. People are irritated by the stench
Well, goodbye my brothers, illegal warehouse.
I'm a peevish wind in parliament
I was born small... aach over there.
I know. When I roll out from under her skirt
The chairwoman doesn't even murmur.
I'm a peevish wind and a claustrophobic.
I have a lot to do in this water slide.
I know. It smells like she died
Thank God I can already see the end of the tunnel.
I'm going.

So take good care of yourself, my dear anus
And may the fresh stench live on.
Farewell, take good care of yourself, my native anus
And supposedly there's no air here.

So take good care of yourself, my dear anus
And may the fresh stench live on.
Farewell, take good care of yourself, my native anus
And supposedly there's no air here.

I'm a peevish wind and I'm in gynecology
I thought I'd come out somewhere else.
I know. The doctor got it in the face.
So sorry. Welcome to the Kramáre.
I'm a peevish wind and everyone says
Nobody can be healthy without me.
I know. Not even the minister
who lets my brothers through the booster.
I'm a peevish wind in an elevator
I went because I had a pull.
I know it's a horror, a real stress
When they've had beans in a submarine
I'm a peevish wind from the house of love
I speak in the Trnava and Nitra dialects
I know. I should probably get to the point
Behind me is my brown cousin
I'm going.

So take good care of yourself, my dear anus
And may the fresh stench live on.
Farewell, take good care of yourself, my native anus
And supposedly there's no air here.

So take good care of yourself, my dear anus
And may the fresh stench live on.
Farewell, take good care of yourself, my native anus
And supposedly there's no air here.

I'm a peevish wind on a first date
Nobody here understands any kidding.
I know. I even get in the way during foreplay
And especially during the mating season.
I'm a peevish wind and I spoil the passion.
I'm as peevish as this peevish poem.
I know. It's not Katapult, Elán.
I'll finish with the sentence: You can't always have the upper hand!
I don't have you.

So take good care of yourself, my dear anus
And may the fresh stench live on.
Farewell, take good care of yourself, my native anus
And supposedly there's no air here.

So take good care of yourself, my dear anus
And may the fresh stench live on.
Farewell, take good care of yourself, my native anus
And supposedly there's no air here.

So take good care of yourself, my dear anus
And may the fresh stench live on.
Farewell, take good care of yourself, my native anus
And supposedly there's no air here ...