Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Laco Žralok, artist - Karaoke TundraDate of issue: 03.10.2006
Song language: Slovak
Laco Žralok(original) |
| Ja a môj kamoš Laco Žralok |
| Keď sme dole sedíme vždy pri tom najzadnejšom stole |
| Najtmavšom kúte a najdivnejšom bare |
| Najčudnejšom meste kam oko dovidí |
| Niekde v pozadí sa míňa aj ten podivín |
| Čo počúva na meno Marián Balkán |
| Laco je fajn chlapík, len sa musí napiť |
| Dvakrát v živote sa mal chuť zabiť a trikrát ľúbil |
| Neviem či mám hľadať medzitým zbytočne spojitosť |
| Prach z podlahy sa víri s tónmi z jukeboxu a jeho šlágrov |
| Pár chlapov čo padlo na dno |
| Spolu myslia na tie dni štastia |
| Keď nie kvôli smútku ale imidžu išli chlastať |
| Neviem veľa o Lacovich minulých dňoch |
| Iba náznaky z jeho opitých monológov |
| Keď pohár pretečie a on sa preriekne |
| A len tuším, že to muselo byť nepekné |
| Lebo hneď zbledne ešte viac než je |
| Vravieva, že skončí sám v pekle |
| A barman sám tam umýva poháre |
| S podobným výrazom tváre |
| Jak raz dávno ruky si myl Pilát |
| Toto miesto viac než bar pripomína privát prízrakov |
| Kde lacný chlast tečie a nevedia prísť na to |
| Kde sa ten čas vlečie |
| Jak servírka, ktorej sen o kariére v divadle |
| Sa zmenil na čakanie kedy posledný z baru vypadne |
| Ale čo, tak je to zvyčajne |
| Sny sa neplnia na to si zvykajme |
| (translation) |
| Me and my buddy Laco Shark |
| When we're downstairs, we always sit at the back of the table |
| The darkest corner and the strangest bar |
| The strangest city the eye can see |
| Somewhere in the background, the weirdo is also missing |
| What listens to the name Marian Balkan |
| Laco is a nice guy, he just has to drink |
| Twice in his life he wanted to kill himself and three times he loved it |
| I don't know if I should look for a connection in the meantime |
| Dust from the floor swirls with tones from the jukebox and its hits |
| A couple of guys falling to the bottom |
| They think of those days of happiness together |
| When not for grief but image they went to drink |
| I don't know much about Lac's past days |
| Only hints from his drunken monologues |
| When the cup overflows and he breaks |
| And I just guess it must have been ugly |
| For immediately he will fade even more than he is |
| He says he will end up alone in hell |
| And the bartender himself washes the glasses there |
| With a similar facial expression |
| Pilate once washed his hands |
| This place is more like a private ghost than a bar |
| Where cheap booze flows and they can't figure it out |
| Where that time drags on |
| Like a waitress whose dream of a career in theater |
| He changed to waiting for the last one to drop out of the bar |
| But what, it's usually |
| Dreams don't come true, let's get used to it |