Текст и перевод песни Vypsana Fixa - Siky Romero

Siky Romero

Siky chvíli nepije, ale nebude to happy end.
Samota ho sejme – vyrazí.
Takže stojí na baru, má tu svoji zábavu,
Někdy ho z ní ráno zamrazí.
Někdo křičí: "Kde to je? To, co bylo na stole?"
"To je, brácho, ve mně," odpoví.
Je to Siky Romero, mezi hardcorem a operou
Je jeho život jak divoká karta
Nyní pohled zaostří a pak opustí samostříl,
Ty nejchytřejší kecy boha Marta.
A možná je to fajn.
Siky chvíli nepije, ale nebude to happy end.
Po pauze si lokne a řekne: "Aááá"
Takže stojí na baru, za a) tu má zábavu
A za b) tu má bráchu – barmana.
Možná že už za chvíli ucejtí horký motýly,
Jak lezou z břicha přímo do hlavy.
Je to Siky Romero, mezi hardcorem a operou
Táhne život jak divoký káči.
Kolem figur defilé, my jsme tady a ty ne
A čas letí a někdy jen tak kráčí.
A možná je to fajn.
Je to fajn, fajn, fajn,
Jede kombajn na Mont Blanc,
Když se nezastaví, spadne, je to jako jing a jang.
Je to Siky Romero, mezi hardcorem a operou
Táhne život jak divoký káči.
Kolem figur defilé, my jsme tady a ty ne
A čas letí a on domů kráčí.
A možná je to fajn.

Siky Romero

Siky don't drink for a while, but it won't be a happy end.
Loneliness will bring him down – he'll set off.
So he stand at the bar, has his own fun,
Sometimes it makes him freeze in the morning.
Someone shouts: "Where is it? The stuff that was on the table?"
"It's in me, brother," he replies.
He's Siky Romero, between hardcore and opera
His life is like a wild card
Now he focuses his gaze and then leaves the crossbow,
The smartest crap of the God Marta.
And maybe it's okay.
Siky don't drink for a while, but it won't be a happy end.
After a break he takes a sip and says: "Aááá"
So he stand at the bar, has his own fun for a)
And b) has his brother – bartender.
Maybe in a while he'll feel hot butterflies,
As they crawl out of his stomach straight into his head.
He's Siky Romero, between hardcore and opera
He pulls life like a wild duck.
Around the figure fashion show, we're here and you're not
And time flies and sometimes just walks.
And maybe it's okay.
It's cool, cool, cool,
A combine drives on Mont Blanc,
If it doesn't stop, it falls, it's like yin and yang.
He's Siky Romero, between hardcore and opera
He pulls life like a wild duck.
Around the figure fashion show, we're here and you're not
And time flies and he walks home.
And maybe it's okay.