Текст и перевод песни Vypsana Fixa - Schovaná

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Upírek je šikulka,
Umí jíst a umí spát.
Není tvůj, ale má tě rád.
I ten druhej –
Když se postaráš.
Je celkem fajn –
Chodí do školy,
Jeho tatínek má oči hladový
A maminka je psí čumák,
Seš tu s nima – kolem je London Town.
Uletí týden,
Neděle je pro boha,
Snad něco přijde
A zatím ani noha.
Uletí týden,
Jsi tady už dva roky.
Í tý chce go home,
I ty chceš do Evropy.
Hej hej, ten jejich puding
Se vážně nedá žrát
A za oknem s jedinou tabulkou
Se nedá spát.
Upírek je šikulka,
Kousne tě a budeš upírka.
Si vyrazíš na Camden Town
A budeš tam a budeš tam,
Ale kam jdeš ty a proč tu seš?
Po x pivech se pobliješ
A kámoška už je sevřená
V náruči místního Beckhama.
Uletí týden,
Neděle je pro boha,
Snad něco přijde
A zatím ani noha.
Uletí týden,
Jsi tady už dva roky.
Í tý chce go home,
I ty chceš do Evropy.
Hej hej, ten jejich puding
Se vážně nedá žrát
A za oknem s jedinou tabulkou
Je taková hrozná kosa!
Hej hej, ten jejich puding
Se vážně nedá žrát
A za oknem s jedinou tabulkou
Se nedá spát.
Uletí týden,
Jsi tady už dva roky.
Lalala láliou
Í tý chce go home,
I ty chceš do Evropy.
Lalala láliou
Uletí týden,
Jsi tady už dva roky.
Lalala láliou
Í tý chce go home,
I ty chceš do Evropy.
Lalala láliou
Balíš kufry, zavazuješ boty, lala lá liou
čekaj byty v San Piego City. Lalala lá liou
Ahoj.

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You're a clever little vampire,
You can eat and you can sleep.
You're not mine, but you love me.
The other one too –
If you take care of him.
He's pretty cool –
He goes to school,
His father has hungry eyes
And his mother is a dog's snout,
You are with them – surrounded by London Town.
A week goes by,
Sunday is for God,
Maybe something will come
And so far, not a soul.
A week goes by,
You have been here for two years.
She wants to go home,
You want to go to Europe.
Hey hey, that pudding of theirs
Really can't be eaten
And through the window with only one pane
You can't sleep.
You're a clever little vampire,
Bite me and I'll become a vampire.
I'll go to Camden Town
And I'll be there and I'll be there,
But where are you going and why are you here?
After a few beers, you'll puke
And your girlfriend is already being held
In the arms of the local Beckham.
A week goes by,
Sunday is for God,
Maybe something will come
And so far, not a soul.
A week goes by,
You have been here for two years.
She wants to go home,
You want to go to Europe.
Hey hey, that pudding of theirs
Really can't be eaten
And through the window with only one pane
It's so damn cold!
Hey hey, that pudding of theirs
Really can't be eaten
And through the window with only one pane
You can't sleep.
A week goes by,
You have been here for two years.
Lah-lah-lah-lah
She wants to go home,
You want to go to Europe.
Lah-lah-lah-lah
A week goes by,
You have been here for two years.
Lah-lah-lah-lah
She wants to go home,
You want to go to Europe.
Lah-lah-lah-lah
You're packing your bags, tying your shoes, Lah-lah-lah-lah
apartments in San Piego City await. Lah-lah-lah-lah
Goodbye.