Текст и перевод песни Lačni Franz - Lačni Franz

Lačni Franz

V naši mali ulici mlad fant živi
Res nedolžno te pogleda s temi nemškimi očmi
Ko je bil še majhen, Franci so ga klicali
A zdaj ko velik je pijanc
Mu pravijo Lačni Franz

Nekoč je v naši mali ulici padel motorist
Miličniki so poiskali krivca
No takrat je mali Franc postal sadist

Prepoln avtobus je njegova specialiteta
Z užitkom starim babam je po nogah hodil
Potem pa milo rekel: "Oprosti, teta."

Med kosilom je natrosil poper v sol
Za nameček pa nažagal še kakšen stol
Mačke v pralnem stroju, miličnik v toasterju

Prepoln avtobus je njegova specialiteta
Z užitkom starim babam je po nogah hodil
Potem pa milo rekel: "Oprosti, teta."

Na plotu luknja in napis: "Poglej skozi!"
Na drugi strani Franz je stal
S krvavo žico v roki

Hungry Franz

There's a young boy living on our street
With innocent eyes, he looks at you with a German-like gaze
When he was little, people used to call him Franci
But now that he's big and a drunkard
They call him Hungry Franz

One day a motorcyclist fell down in our street
The cops were looking for a culprit
That's when little Franc became a sadist

Crowded buses are his specialty
He enjoys trampling on the feet of old ladies
Then he says sweetly, "Excuse me, granny."

During lunch, he sprinkles pepper into the salt
And for dessert, he saws through a chair
Cats in the washing machine, cops in the toaster

Crowded buses are his specialty
He enjoys trampling on the feet of old ladies
Then he says sweetly, "Excuse me, granny."

There's a hole in the fence and a sign: "Look through!"
On the other side, Franz awaits
With a bloody wire in his hand