Pogibe - Let 3

Gandi, Kennedy i Gubec

Voće proćvalo je kasno

Oči gore i štipaj se za bedro

Jer velike se glave

Ne predaju baš tako

Cicciolina, Nataša, Romina

Mortadela, piletina, meso

Shut u vuglu, pa mi slatko zaspi

Jer velike se glave ne predaju tek tako

A ja bih samo s tobom htio piti slatko vino

Lukrecijom otrovano, penelopom začarano

Stavit ću mali motor na zube

Da nam samelje usne koje se ljube

A ja bih samo htio, sve što mi se snilo

Drobilicu, letjelicu, guzilicu, perjanicu

A ja bih samo htio, sve što mi se snilo

Kadilaka, meseršmita, vrućeg zmaja abraxasa

Stavit ću mali motor na zube

Da nam samelje usne koje se ljube

Biti s` tobom pored sunca

Na brdu kraj Hollywooda

Dok svi ne zaplaču

Na brdu kraj Hollywooda

Gandhi, Kennedy and the Loser

The fruit matured late

Eyes burning and pinching your thigh

Because they are big heads

That's not exactly how they teach

Cicciolina, Nataša, Romina

Mortadella, chicken, meat

Shut in the corner, so I fall asleep sweetly

Because big heads don't just give up

And I would only like to drink sweet wine with you

Poisoned by Lucretia, bewitched by Penelope

I will put a small engine on the teeth

To grind our kissing lips

And I would just like, everything I dreamed of

A crusher, a plane, an ass, a plume

And I would just like, everything I dreamed of

Cadillac, Messerschmitt, Hot Dragon Abraxas

I will put a small engine on the teeth

To grind our kissing lips

To be with you next to the sun

On the hill near Hollywood

Until they all cry

On the hill near Hollywood