Sarma - Hladno Pivo

Od sve mi je hrane najdraža sarma

Sva ostala klopa joj nije do boka

Miješano meso smota se lijepo

U listove zelja, da vidiš veselja

Sarma je prava poslije par dana

Kad mast onu krutu gledaš na vrhu

Curi niz bradu juhica fina

Odbaciš pribor, ždereš kao svinja

Po cijeli dan žena me grdi

Da samo jedem, spavam i prdim

Za one stvari, tako joj drage

Ja više nemam niti volje niti snage

Meni se iskreno više i ne da

Znojiti na njoj dok ona drijema

I baš me briga što kuja melje

Čim ona ode, ja vadim zelje

Sarma, nešto kao sarma

Sarma, jelo pravo sarma

U zoni sumraka sarme nema!!!

My favorite food is sarma

All the other food is not to her side

The mixed meat rolls up nicely

In the leaves of desire, to see the joys

Sarma is real after a few days

When you grease the hard one, you look at the top

Leaks down the chin fine soup

You throw away utensils, you eat like a pig

The woman scolds me all day

To just eat, sleep and fart

For those things so dear to her

I have neither the will nor the strength anymore

I honestly don't like it anymore

Sweat on her while she takes a nap

And I don't care what the bitch grinds

As soon as she leaves, I take out the greens

Sarma, something like sarma

Sarma, eat real sarma

There is no sarma in the twilight zone !!!