Текст и перевод песни J.A.R. - Uz mizi pryc je... Hanka

Uz mizi pryc je... Hanka

Prožitek pryč, doma zavináč
Dobytek
Toho znič, není náš
Semi-semipelyněk
Nejedou bop a potichu je rasta
Don badalamenti
Já bez renty
Do třetího patra
Na tuny, na tuny, na tuny dokumenty
A domlouvači rokujou
Už tvořej parlamenty
Taky jsem se sek, taky jsem se sek

Složitej cvik, tele na pekáč
Povinně, prasopig, kalu pán
Semi-semipelyněk

Najednou trop a tydli-fidli basta
Sakramenty na alimenty
Do třetího patra
A duny, a duny a duní duny z luny
A domlouvači rokujou
A strašej ku-ku-lu-ny
Taky jsem se sek, taky jsem se sek
A jako mister dabolina, prej italo-franko řek
Dej mi loka trochu toho, co tu pije dobytek
Funky-cold-medina

Už mizí pryč je hanka

Nebe jak tyč, co to polykáš
Ledoled
Nekrmit
Prcivál
Semi-semipelyněk
Nevedou pod a svrchu něčí kasta
Bodali tamty, mastodonty
Léčivá je pasta
Komuny, komuny, komuny bez koruny
Plazi-lezi
Po-po bříšku
Mazi moje runy
Taky jsem si sed, taky jsem si sed
Funky-cold-medina

Už mizí pryč je hanka
Ochraňuj nás bóže náš
Už mizí pryč je hanka
Po desátý otčenáš
Už mizí v bridgi hancock

Uz mizi pryc je... Hanka

Experience gone, home sweet home
Cattle
Destroy them, they are not ours
Semi-Wormwood
They don't play bop and softly there is rasta
Don Badalamenti
I am without rent
To the third floor
Tons and tons, tons of documents
And the negotiators are negotiating
They are already creating parliaments
I also messed up, I also messed up

Difficult exercise, veal for a baking pan
Compulsory, pig-dog, lord of mud
Semi-Wormwood

Suddenly a big warm hug and fiddlesticks, enough
Sacraments for alimony
To the third floor
And dunes, and dunes and the lunar dunes thunder
And the negotiators are negotiating
And they scare the ku-ku-lu-nies
I also messed up, I also messed up
And like Mister Dabolina, supposedly the Italian-French said
Give me a little taste of what the cattle are drinking here
Funky-Cold-Medina

Hanka is already disappearing

The sky is like a rod, what are you swallowing
Ice popsicle
Do not feed
Prcival
Semi-Wormwood
They do not lead under and above someone's caste
They stabbed those, mastodons
The paste is healing
Communes, communes, communes without a crown
Slithering
Belly to belly
On my rune stones
I also sat down, I also sat down
Funky-Cold-Medina

Hanka is already disappearing
Protect us, our God
Hanka is already disappearing
After the tenth Our Father
Hancock disappears into a bridge