Pištoľ - Elan

Kradol?

Fuj.

Aby viac nekradol — Odťať !

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Hej.

Červený šátečku kolem se toč

A já ju kolem se toč

Strašně se zlobím a nevím proč

A já ju á nevím proč

Za tisíc tristo takzvaných korún

Mi jeden jugoš ponúkol

Zánovnu pištol tak som to riskol

A kúpil som ju pod rukou

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Červený šátečku kolem se toč

A ja ju kolem se toč

Strašně se zlobím a nevím proč

A já ju já nevím proč

Mám dušu svätca, myšlienky vraha

A v ruke pištoľ na krysy

V dlani ma páli, pevná a nahá

Jak moja milá kedysi

Jedno je isté vodka a pomsta

Najlepšie chutí studená

Ten kto z vás nemá

Svedomie čisté - tomu je guľka súdená.

Vykrádači nádeje Vykrádači nádeje

Defraudanty viery Defraudanty viery

Ešte sa nič nedeje Ešte sa nič nedeje

Iba na vás mierim len na vás mierim

Ideoví artisti ideoví artisti

Pokrokoví fízli Pokrokoví fízli

Ešte som len odistil Ešte som len odistil

Ako gáfor zmizli jak gáfor zmizli

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Mám dušu svätca, myšlienky vraha

A v ruke pištoľ na krysy

V dlani ma páli, pevná a nahá

Jak moja milá kedysi

Jedno je isté vodka a pomsta

Najlepšie chutí studená

Ten kto z vás nemá

Svedomie čisté - tomu je guľka súdená.

Vykrádači nádeje Vykrádači nádeje

Defraudanty viery Defraudanty viery

Ešte sa nič nedeje Ešte sa nič nedeje

Iba na vás mierim len na vás mierim

Ideoví artisti ideoví artisti

Pokrokoví fízli Pokrokoví fízli

Ešte som len odistil Ešte som len odistil

Ako gáfor zmizli jak gáfor zmizli

Hej.

Hej.

Hej.

Hej.

Môžte byť kľudný predal som pištoľ

Lebo až s prstom na spúšti

Človek si povie s Ježišom Kristom

Že ľuďom treba odpustiť

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Stole?

Ugh.

So he doesn't steal anymore - Cut off!

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Hey.

The red scarf is spinning around

And I'm spinning around

I'm really angry and I don't know why

And I don't know why

For a thousand three hundred so-called crowns

One yugosh offered me

I fired again, so I risked it

And I bought it under my arm

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The red scarf is spinning around

And I'm spinning around

I'm really angry and I don't know why

And I don't know why

I have the soul of a saint, the thoughts of a murderer

And a rat pistol in his hand

It burns in my palm, firm and naked

Like my dear once

One is certain vodka and revenge

It tastes best cold

The one of you doesn't

Conscience clear - that's what the bullet is judged.

Hopes of Hope Traps of Hope

Faithful Faithful Faithful Faith

Nothing is happening yet. Nothing is happening yet

I'm just pointing at you, I'm just pointing at you

Ideological artists ideological artists

Progressive Physics Progressive Physics

I just unlocked I just unlocked

As the camphor disappeared as the camphor disappeared

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I have the soul of a saint, the thoughts of a murderer

And a rat pistol in his hand

It burns in my palm, firm and naked

Like my dear once

One is certain vodka and revenge

It tastes best cold

The one of you doesn't

Conscience clear - that's what the bullet is judged.

Hopes of Hope Traps of Hope

Faithful Faithful Faithful Faith

Nothing is happening yet. Nothing is happening yet

I'm just pointing at you, I'm just pointing at you

Ideological artists ideological artists

Progressive Physics Progressive Physics

I just unlocked I just unlocked

As the camphor disappeared as the camphor disappeared

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

You can rest easy I sold the gun

Because with a finger on the trigger

One will talk to Jesus Christ

That people need to be forgiven

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