Translation of the song lyrics Pištoľ - Elan

Pištoľ (original)

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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Pištoľ (translation)

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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