Текст и перевод песни Petr Hapka feat. Michal Horacek - Burty, pivo, nenavist

Burty, pivo, nenavist

Hospůdka páté cenové skupiny.
Na zemi bláto, ve stěnách pukliny.
No, není bůhvíjaká.
Jenže mě stačí, jen žádný obavy.
S borcema pivo leju si do hlavy.
Pijeme na stojáka.

Na jídelním lístku
Co bys asi chtěl číst?
Odjakživa na něm stojí:
Buřty, pivo, nenávist.

V hospůdce páté cenové skupiny.
V hlavě mám pivo, ale ne piliny.
Tam venku zmeškal jsem start.
Co mi svět dává, nespletu do věnce.
To všechno vzal by bezrukej z kredence.
Čmárám si na umakart.

Na jídelním lístku
Co bys asi chtěl číst?
Odjakživa na něm stojí:
Buřty, pivo, nenávist.

V hospůdce páté cenové skupiny
Ať hodí kámen ten, kdo je bez viny.
Šéfíku, ty to nejsi.
Jen si svý řeči nabouchej do kecek,
Nezkoušej na mně, že nikdy nemáš vztek.
A na ten připijem si.

Na jídelním lístku
Co bys asi chtěl číst?
Odjakživa na něm stojí:
Buřty, pivo, nenávist.
V hospůdce páté cenové skupiny
Nemám svou starou, jen od ní modřiny.
Jinak mi nedává nic.
Pojďme se bavit, nebudem zdeptaný.
Ruce tý sochy z růžový fontány
Narveme do popelnic!

Narveme do popelnic.
Narveme do popelnic.
Narveme do popelnic.
Narveme do popelnic.

Sausages, Beer, Hatred

A fifth-rate tavern.
Mud on the floor, cracks in the walls.
Well, it's not much.
But it's enough for me, don't you worry.
I'm drinking beer with the boys.
We're drinking while we stand.

On the menu
What do you expect to read?
It's always said:
Sausages, beer, hatred.

In a fifth-rate tavern.
My head is filled with beer, but not sawdust.
I missed the starting gun out there.
I can't make a wreath of what the world gives me.
Even a one-armed man could take it from the cupboard.
I scribble on the Formica.

On the menu
What do you expect to read?
It's always said:
Sausages, beer, hatred.

In a fifth-rate tavern
Let the blameless cast the first stone.
Boss, that's not you.
Just stuff your speech in your pocket,
Don't tell me you never get angry.
And to that we'll drink.

On the menu
What do you expect to read?
It's always said:
Sausages, beer, hatred.
In a fifth-rate tavern
I don't have my old lady, just her bruises.
That's all she gives me.
Let's have some fun, let's not get depressed.
Let's throw the hands of that statue from the pink fountain
Into the trash cans!

Let's throw them into the trash cans.
Let's throw them into the trash cans.
Let's throw them into the trash cans.
Let's throw them into the trash cans.