Translation of the song lyrics Mouse Decadence - Kabát

Mouse Decadence (original)

Myšák si povída no a aco vem to čert, byl klidné povahy tak trochu introvert
Nohy mi dorostou za dva dny, za měsíc, o anatomii neví ten blbec nic
Nechte ho doufati, kdo doufá přežije, ležíce u trati pravda ho zabije, marně
Volá mámě, neni tu pokrytí, neví že nohy jsou nenavrátně v řiti
Leží tu přemýšlí něco se pokazí, kdy už mu nožičky nový zas vyrazí, půjde k
Nám do spíže, mlsati cukroví, odemne se tu novinu nedoví.
Že už tu zůstane
Bez nožek na trati, že o něm zpívati budou ty Kabáti, za prachy od OSY pohřeb
Mu vystrojí, teď už se myšáček ničeho nebojí
Nechte ho doufati, kdo doufá přežije, ležíce u trati pravda ho zabije, marně
Volá mámě, neni tu pokrytí, neví že nohy jsou nenavrátně v řiti
Nechte ho doufati, kdo doufá přežije, ležíce u trati pravda ho zabije, marně
Volá mámě, neni tu pokrytí, neví že nohy jsou nenavrátně v řiti
Nechte ho doufati, kdo doufá přežije, ležíce u trati pravda ho zabije, marně
Volá mámě, neni tu pokrytí, neví že nohy jsou nenavrátně v řiti

Mouse Decadence (translation)

Myšák is talking and heck, he was calm and a bit of an introvert
My legs will grow in two days, a month, the jerk knows nothing about anatomy
Let him hope, whoever hopes to survive, lying on the track, the truth will kill him, in vain
He calls his mother, there is no coverage, he does not know that his legs are irreversibly in the anus
He lies here thinking something is going to go wrong, when his new legs start off again, he will go to
They don't get us in the pantry, eat candy, they won't know the newspaper.
That he will stay here
Without legs on the track that the Kabats will sing about him, for the funeral money
Dress him up, now the mouse is no longer afraid of anything
Let him hope, whoever hopes to survive, lying on the track, the truth will kill him, in vain
He calls his mother, there is no coverage, he does not know that his legs are irreversibly in the anus
Let him hope, whoever hopes to survive, lying on the track, the truth will kill him, in vain
He calls his mother, there is no coverage, he does not know that his legs are irreversibly in the anus
Let him hope, whoever hopes to survive, lying on the track, the truth will kill him, in vain
He calls his mother, there is no coverage, he does not know that his legs are irreversibly in the anus