Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Milovať S Hudbou, artist - Katarzia. Album song Agnostika, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 11.09.2016
Record label: Katarzia
Song language: Slovak
Milovať S Hudbou(original) |
Posledný zub múdrosti ako dôkaz rastie |
Rastie ako dôkaz mojej hlúposti |
Myslím, že mám iba šťastie |
Načo nám životy zveril do rúk |
Berieme ich ako produkt plný porúch |
Ako nám všetko ľahko prepláva |
Sme majstri sveta cinizmu |
Aké je jednoduché nadávať |
Čo sa nezje chceme aspoň obliznut |
Fan-page, banka, mailova schránka |
Messenger, instant udržím si distans |
Mosting, pýcha, silikon štetky |
Je tu ešte niekto, kto nemáva depky? |
Budem sa v noci milovať s hudbou |
Budem sa v noci milovať s textami |
Na blane na dne bubnovych útrob |
Basy ma omámia neškodnými drogami |
Medzi štyrmi stenami štvrtého júla, na štvorkolke |
Posledna v poradi na zozname som zabudla |
Že smrť mám predpísanú o kolkej |
Plastiky ružovej tvare, čo ti chýba, to mi máme |
Autá, byty, yardeko, deti čo umierajú od hladu sú ďaleko |
Fan-page, banka, mailova schránka |
Messenger, instant udržím si distans |
Mosting, pýcha, silikon štetky |
Je tu ešte niekto, kto nemava depky? |
Budem sa v noci milovať s hudbou |
Budem sa v noci milovať s textami |
Na blane na dne bubnovych útrob |
Basy ma omámia neškodnými drogami |
Budem sa v noci milovať s hudbou |
Budem sa v noci milovať s textami |
Na blane na dne bubnovych útrob |
Basy ma omámia neškodnými drogami |
(translation) |
The last wisdom tooth is growing as evidence |
It grows as proof of my stupidity |
I think I'm just lucky |
Why he entrusted our lives to us |
We take them as a product full of failures |
How easy it is for us |
We are the masters of the world of cinism |
How easy it is to swear |
At least we don't want to be licked |
Fan-page, bank, mailbox |
Messenger, I'll keep my distance |
Mosting, pride, silicone brushes |
Is there anyone else who doesn't have depky? |
I will make love with music at night |
I will make love with the lyrics at night |
On the membrane at the bottom of the drum bowels |
The bass drug me into harmless drugs |
Between the four walls of the Fourth of July, on a quad bike |
I forgot the last one on the list |
That death I have prescribed for colic |
We have pink sculptures that you miss |
Cars, flats, a yard, children starving to death are far away |
Fan-page, bank, mailbox |
Messenger, I'll keep my distance |
Mosting, pride, silicone brushes |
Is there anyone else who doesn't have depky? |
I will make love with music at night |
I will make love with the lyrics at night |
On the membrane at the bottom of the drum bowels |
The bass drug me into harmless drugs |
I will make love with music at night |
I will make love with the lyrics at night |
On the membrane at the bottom of the drum bowels |
The bass drug me into harmless drugs |