Текст и перевод песни Kapitán Demo - Kdo To Má

Kdo To Má

Tohle svinstvo nezná hranice,
tohle svinstvo nezná hranice,
tohle svinstvo nezná hranice,
každej jsme to prodělali.
Tohle svinstvo nezná hranice,
tohle svinstvo nezná hranice,
tohle svinstvo nezná hranice,
ti sičáci, co s tím kšeftujou taky ne.
Tohle svinstvo nezná hranice,
tohle svinstvo nezná hranice,
tohle svinstvo nezná hranice,
každej jsme to prodělali.
Tohle svinstvo nezná hranice,
tohle svinstvo nezná hranice,
tohle svinstvo nezná hranice,
ti sičáci, co s tím kšeftujou taky ne.
Všechny záchody jsou dneska plný,
ptám se kdo to má? Nikdo nic neví.
Všichni maj panenky jak volanty od TIRáka,
už i ten barman nějak rychle nalejvá panáka.
Na baru sedí nějákej produkční z FAMU,
má vykulený oči a kouše si tlamu,
a čumí na mě a ptá se koho hledám.
A pak se zeptám já...
,, Hele sorry já fakt nemám."
Kdo to má? Kdo to má? Tak kdo to má?
Každej večírek má svýho tátu.
Kdo to má? Kdo to má? Tak kdo to má?
Dneska je to tady zelený jak listy od salátu.
Kdo to má? Kdo to má? Kdo to má?
Každá párty má svýho boha.
Kdo to má? Kdo to má? Kdo to má?
Měl Gibson, ale Matonoha.
Ať už jsi v Roxy nebo v Akru Meetfáči,
a nebo na koncertě kde hrajou tatáči
Ať je to herna, klub, nebo discobar,
vždycky se najde nějakej místní Pablo Escobar.
Já jsem ptám, rovnou když vlezu do dveří.
Lepší si dát Ytong, než skončit na peří.
Chvilku počkám až roztajou ledy.
A pak se zeptám naposledy.
Kdo to má? Kdo to má? Tak kdo to má?
Každej večírek má svýho tátu.
Kdo to má? Kdo to má? Tak kdo to má?
Dneska je to tady zelený jak listy od salátu.
Kdo to má? Kdo to má? Kdo to má?
Každá párty má svýho boha.
Kdo to má? Kdo to má? Kdo to má?
Měl Gibson, ale Matonoha.
Kdo to má? Kdo to má? Tak kdo to má?
Každej večírek má svýho tátu.
Kdo to má? Kdo to má? Tak kdo to má?
Dneska je to tady zelený jak listy od salátu.
Kdo to má? Kdo to má? Kdo to má?
Každá párty má svýho boha.
Kdo to má? Kdo to má? Kdo to má?
Měl Gibson, ale Matonoha.
Tohle svinstvo nezná hranice,
tohle svinstvo nezná hranice,
tohle svinstvo nezná hranice,
každej jsme to prodělali.
Tohle svinstvo nezná hranice,
tohle svinstvo nezná hranice,
tohle svinstvo nezná hranice,
ti sičáci, co s tím kšeftujou taky ne.
Tohle svinstvo nezná hranice,
tohle svinstvo nezná hranice,
tohle svinstvo nezná hranice,
každej jsme to prodělali.
Tohle svinstvo nezná hranice,
tohle svinstvo nezná hranice,
tohle svinstvo nezná hranice,
ti sičáci, co s tím kšeftujou taky ne.

Who's Got It?

This filth knows no bounds,
this filth knows no bounds,
this filth knows no bounds,
we've all been through it, baby.
This filth knows no bounds,
this filth knows no bounds,
this filth knows no bounds,
those bastards dealing it don't either.
This filth knows no bounds,
this filth knows no bounds,
this filth knows no bounds,
we've all been through it, baby.
This filth knows no bounds,
this filth knows no bounds,
this filth knows no bounds,
those bastards dealing it don't either.
All the toilets are full tonight,
I ask who's got it? Nobody knows a thing.
Everyone's got pupils like truck steering wheels,
even the bartender's pouring shots real quick.
Some film student's sitting at the bar,
eyes wide open, biting his lip,
staring at me, asking who I'm looking for.
And then I ask...
,, Sorry, I really don't have any."
Who's got it? Who's got it? So who's got it?
Every party has its daddy.
Who's got it? Who's got it? So who's got it?
Tonight it's green as lettuce leaves here.
Who's got it? Who's got it? Who's got it?
Every party has its god.
Who's got it? Who's got it? Who's got it?
Gibson had it, but Matonoha does.
Whether you're at Roxy or Akropolis,
or at a concert where dads are playing
Whether it's a game room, club, or disco bar,
there's always some local Pablo Escobar.
I ask straight up as I walk through the door.
Better to have Ytong than end up on feathers.
I wait a moment for the ice to melt.
And then I ask one last time.
Who's got it? Who's got it? So who's got it?
Every party has its daddy.
Who's got it? Who's got it? So who's got it?
Tonight it's green as lettuce leaves here.
Who's got it? Who's got it? Who's got it?
Every party has its god.
Who's got it? Who's got it? Who's got it?
Gibson had it, but Matonoha does.
Who's got it? Who's got it? So who's got it?
Every party has its daddy.
Who's got it? Who's got it? So who's got it?
Tonight it's green as lettuce leaves here.
Who's got it? Who's got it? Who's got it?
Every party has its god.
Who's got it? Who's got it? Who's got it?
Gibson had it, but Matonoha does.
This filth knows no bounds,
this filth knows no bounds,
this filth knows no bounds,
we've all been through it, baby.
This filth knows no bounds,
this filth knows no bounds,
this filth knows no bounds,
those bastards dealing it don't either.
This filth knows no bounds,
this filth knows no bounds,
this filth knows no bounds,
we've all been through it, baby.
This filth knows no bounds,
this filth knows no bounds,
this filth knows no bounds,
those bastards dealing it don't either.