Vrijeme teče - Rambo Amadeus

Rekoše, me oženiti

To rekoše, pa slagaše

Godine kurcu prolaze

A ja još nisam nikad jebo

Ne dozvoli sudbo kleta

Suva kurca da idem na nebo

E baš sam tako u mladosti pjevo

Reko sebi 17-a u guzicu evo

I da kojim slučajem koza nosi mudante il gaće

Za intimni izgled žene znanje bilo bi mi kraće

Stanje neprijatno

Čovjek s mosta da se baci

Najgore je bilo šta će kazati vršnjaci

Recitovah: vjetar duva muda mi se klate…

Da se ne izražavam, nastavak stiha sami znate

Sudbom kletom onanovom život mi je prijetio

Kad jedan stari ribar baš to je primjetio

Reče — moraš moje instrukcije da kušaš

Ako želiš slatke pičkice da kušaš

Nađi bijelu maramicu kući u ormaru

Pa s njom vaser hermetički

Zamotaj ašik cigaru

A na vrhu ostavi prst debelu bužu

Da moš nonšalantno vršit malu nuždu

Voda nek te ne dovata jedno 15 dana

Dok se na maramicu od salamure ne obrazuje ikebana

Kak’a ikebana?

Banana ikebana!

Onda se okupaj, namiriši, odjelo obuci

Onu maramicu samo opeglaj

U džep od sakoa zavuci

Pravac hotel Topla, nekoj držecoj migni

Priđi joj sirvuple i odma je za ples digni

Ponašaj se kao mačo, mačo ka tardačo

Prisloni joj surlu na maramicu tačno

Kad osjeti kako jeboš sa maramice vrišti

Ka lipicaner ima da skoči i zanjišti

Odma je vodi gore kod nje u sobu

S vrata kreni da joj guliš garderobu

Ako je jača, spotakni je i gurni na jorgan

Dijalektički joj pokaži seksualni organ

Primjetit ćeš kod nje jedno udubljenje

Tačno đe je tebi tvoje ispupčenje

A onda logično kompletiraj figuru

I pazi kako gađaš da ne pogodis u bulju

Uradim ti brajko po upustvu tačno

Ona maramica smrđela je tako reći mračno

Nisam se kup’o svih 15 dana

15 dana mediterana…

Namontiram pravac hotel, spazih držeću iz Belgije babu

Lijevom sam joj mahno, desnom nalakćen na hotelsku tarabu

Dok je grupa svirala «Sokolov greben», pa «Uvelo lišće»

Primjetio sam da baš baba mene za ples išće

Priš'o sam joj, u pikslu ugasio cigaru

Što se prazna sjajila na njenom astalu

Digo sam je u redu na ples, stego oko struka

Reče mi da je večerala boraniju i da joj je od stezanja muka

U namjeri da joj na ikebanu prislonim glavu

Privukoh je za kosu i doživjeh užas, stravu

Gleda me baba prestravljenog lica

U mojoj ruci perika, u mom oku ćelavica

Zatvaraj radnju majstor Fero

Bit će gusto, sklanjaj se

Eskadrila od 16 komaraca lokalaca

Specijalizovanih za znojave ćele od stranaca

Dejstvovali su nervozom i napunili glavu

Začas se fina gospođa pretvori u kravu

Džaba sam konobarima objašnjavo — ljudi

Ljudi, apsolutno nije moja krivica

Na kraju je bilo bjež'te noge

Bjež'te noge, posra vas guzica

Godine kurcu prolaze

A ja još nisam nikad jebo

Ne dozvoli sudbo kleta

Suva kurca da idem na nebo

Rambo, koji ti je kurac

Mislim, nema teorije to da ti objavi neko

Moraš da smisliš neku kulturniju verziju, čoveče božji

Nema šansi ovako

Godine kurcu prolaze

A ja još nisam nikad jebo

Ne dozvoli sudbo kleta

Suvog kurca da idem na nebo

Godine kurcu prolaze

A ja još nisam nikad jebo

Ne dozvoli sudbo kleta

Gladan pičke da idem na nebo

They said marry me

He said that, and he lied

The years go by

And I've never fucked before

Don't let the fate of the curse

Dry dick to go to heaven

That's exactly how I sang in my youth

I said to myself 17th in the ass here

And that by some chance the goat wears mudante or underpants

For an intimate look of a woman, knowledge would be shorter for me

The situation is uncomfortable

The man from the bridge to throw

The worst was what my peers would say

I recited: the wind blows my balls are swaying…

Not to mention, you know the continuation of the verse

My life was threatened by the fate of the damned Onan

When an old fisherman noticed just that

He said - you have to try my instructions

If you want sweet pussies to taste

Find a white handkerchief at home in the closet

Well with her vaser hermetically

Wrap an ashik cigar

And on top of that, leave a finger of thick fat

That you can defecate nonchalantly

Don't let the water supply you for 15 days

Until an ikebana is formed on a brim handkerchief

What about ikebana?

Banana ikebana!

Then take a bath, smell it, put on a suit

Just iron that handkerchief

Put it in your jacket pocket

Direction hotel Topla, to some holding a wink

Approach her sirvuple and pick her up immediately for the dance

Act like a macho, macho to tardacho

Put the trunk on her handkerchief exactly

When he feels you fucking from the handkerchief he screams

Ka Lipizzaner has to jump and whine

He immediately leads her upstairs to her room

Go out the door to strip her wardrobe

If it is stronger, trip it up and push it onto the quilt

Dialectically show her the sexual organ

You will notice a dent in her

Your bulge is right for you

And then logically complete the figure

And be careful how you shoot so you don't hit your ass

I did your marriage according to the instructions exactly

That handkerchief smelled so to speak dark

I haven't bathed in 15 days

15 days of the Mediterranean…

I'm setting up the direction of the hotel, I saw a grandmother from Belgium

I waved to her with my left hand, leaning on the hotel bar with my right

While the group played "Falcon's Reef", then "Uvelo lišće"

I noticed that my grandmother was looking for me to dance

I approached her, put out a cigar in a pixel

What an empty glow on her astal

I lifted her in line to dance, tightening around her waist

She told me that she had eaten green beans and that she was sick of squeezing

Intending to rest my head on the ikebana

I pulled her by the hair and experienced horror, horror

A grandmother looks at me in horror

A wig in my hand, baldness in my eye

Close the shop, Master Fero

It will be thick, get away

A squadron of 16 local mosquitoes

Specialized in sweating cells from foreigners

They acted nervous and filled their heads

In an instant the fine lady turned into a cow

I explained to the waiters in vain - people

Folks, it's absolutely not my fault

In the end, it was a run-off

Run your legs, shit your ass

The years go by

And I've never fucked before

Don't let the fate of the curse

Dry dick to go to heaven

Rambo, what the fuck is wrong with you

I mean, there's no way anyone can tell you that

You have to come up with a more cultural version, man

No way like this

The years go by

And I've never fucked before

Don't let the fate of the curse

Dry dick to go to heaven

The years go by

And I've never fucked before

Don't let the fate of the curse

Hungry pussy to go to heaven