Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Svetište Svinja , by - JantarRelease date: 22.01.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Croatian
Svetište Svinja(original) |
| Antisocijalno smeće, tražim novi naziv jer se |
| Takvi moji s malim smjeste, hvalim bol i častim sestre |
| Vadim nož i grabim žlijezde, hranim noć i slavim mjesec |
| Daj mi lož i palim zvijezde, rani grob za takvih deset |
| Sadim zlo, izvadim sjene, dragi Bog si gladi tjeme |
| Gazim tlo, di prasci svete, kvazi lova, laž i kletve |
| Vražji pop je strah i trepet, hladni Stock i vlažni krevet |
| Masni vol i kapi sperme, shvati to je vrag i dijete |
| Vadim krom ja kad ih sretnem, papi Glock, izbacim teret |
| Praznim dno iz fakin' sebe, pa i trol mi gasi pjesme |
| Gadni rod mi radi sve te stvari i još ih pravi slijepe |
| Pasji skot mi stari reče, čak i on si vadi leće |
| Daš im gnoj i papci kleče, zadnji rok il' traži vreće |
| Pati bro i pali svijeće, šapni «OM», al' spasit neće |
| Vratim grom di fratri leže, slavi stop pozdravi vječne |
| Svaki rob mi zatim plješće, daj mi moj komadić zemlje |
| Da te zakopam ispod… |
| Svetište svinja, svinjo |
| Obriši koljena… i otvori oči |
| (translation) |
| Antisocial trash, I'm looking for a new name because... |
| Such my little ones, I praise pain and honor my sisters |
| I take out my knife and grab the glands, feed the night and celebrate the moon |
| Give me a log and I'll light the stars, an early grave for ten of them |
| I plant evil, I take out shadows, dear God is stroking his scalp |
| I'm treading the ground, singing holy, quasi-hunting, lies and curses |
| The devil's pop is fear and trembling, cold Stock and a wet bed |
| A fat ox and drops of semen, understand it is a devil and a child |
| I take out the chrome when I meet them, papi Glock, I throw out the load |
| I'm emptying the bottom of my fakin' self, so the troll turns off my songs |
| The nasty kind do all these things to me and make them blind |
| The old man said to me, even he takes out his lenses |
| You give them pus and the hooves kneel, the deadline is il' asking for bags |
| Suffer bro and light candles, whisper "OM", but it won't save |
| I return the thunder to the friars, celebrate the eternal greetings |
| Every slave then claps to me, give me my piece of land |
| To bury you under… |
| Pig sanctuary, pig |
| Wipe your knees… and open your eyes |