Demode - Rambo Amadeus

Znaj da znam da misliš da sam demode

Al' ćorava koka zrno nabode

K’o Roman Polanski kad u kino trebu odvede

Zato pusti noćas da ti bude demode…

Svak' voli da kenja kako je u mladosti uspješno jebav’o

Ima li neko da je broj’o koliko je uzaludno ljubit' pokušav'o?

Podbačaj, prebačaj, artilerac se raduje, promašaj brate!

Jer iz treće pogodak svakako slijedi, jeb’o bačene dvije granate!

Lua lua le…

Tri pa jedna poker sarmi putniku namjerniku obavezno gode

Ne planira se kolateralna prdnjava i štucanje

Ćorava koka odmah zaboravi gutanje prašine i jalovo kljucanje

Čim imalo masnije zrno nabode…

Lua lua le…

Zato pusti noćas da ti bude demode

Nek' bajate rime mala čuda izvode

Jer samo je sužnju sladak ukus slobode

K’o Roman Polanski kad u kino trebu odvede

Lua lua le lua lua le…

Ja sam demode

Lua lua le lua lua le…

Malo demode

I golman sanja da dagažira i lobuje protivnički tim i zgoditak zabode

Al' ako pokušava često, u drugu opštinsku ligu ga vode

Familija mnogobrojna srećniku puši kad ubode loto na spotsku prognozu

Niko ne broji bačene lozove, cirozu, neurozu, avitaminozu

Šustikla, milje preko radija, bidea, vitrine

Ukrašene lijepo fotelje, komode

A niko ne zna da baba cijelo jutro šteluje nišan

Da glavu čiode kroz konac probode…

Lua lua le…

Zato pusti noćas da ti bude demode

Nek' bajate rime mala čuda izvode

Jer samo je sužnju sladak ukus slobode

K’o Roman Polanski kad u kino trebu odvede

Lua lua le lua lua le…

Ja sam demode

Lua lua le lua lua le…

Malo demode

Know that I know you think I'm out of fashion

But the cocaine stings the grain

Like Roman Polanski when he needs to go to the cinema

So let it be out of fashion tonight…

Everyone likes to shit like they fucked successfully in their youth

Has anyone tried to count how much it was in vain to kiss?

Throw, throw, the artilleryman rejoices, miss brother!

Because from the third goal it definitely follows, fuck two grenades thrown!

Lua lua le…

Three or one poker sarma is a must for a casual traveler

No collateral farting and hiccups are planned

The dumb coca immediately forgets swallowing the dust and in vain

As soon as it had a fatter grain of stabbing…

Lua lua le…

So let it be out of fashion tonight

Let the beautiful rhymes perform small miracles

Because only a slave has a sweet taste of freedom

Like Roman Polanski when he needs to go to the cinema

Lua lua le lua lua le…

I am old-fashioned

Lua lua le lua lua le…

A little old-fashioned

And the goalkeeper dreams of gasping and lobbying the opposing team and scoring a goal

But if he tries often, they take him to another municipal league

A large family of lucky people smokes when they win the lottery on the spot forecast

No one counts discarded vines, cirrhosis, neurosis, avitaminosis

Shustikla, miles over the radio, bidets, showcases

Beautifully decorated armchairs, chests of drawers

And no one knows that Grandma has been tuning the nišan all morning

To pierce the head of the pin through the thread…

Lua lua le…

So let it be out of fashion tonight

Let the beautiful rhymes perform small miracles

Because only a slave has a sweet taste of freedom

Like Roman Polanski when he needs to go to the cinema

Lua lua le lua lua le…

I am old-fashioned

Lua lua le lua lua le…

A little old-fashioned