Lyrics of Maalt - Küberünnak & Karmo

Maalt (original)

Üks lenksul, teine pakikal
Tasakaal on napikas, külavahe praktika
Pakipiim, leib, sai, ema papiga
Ülejäänud taskusse, see on minu taktika
Sätin traksipükse, nina tatine
Kommipaki klapime, pakiraamile maki me
Teibiga kinni lapime, kommid ei klapi
Arvult, neid pakul natuke hakime
Palju etem kui prillid ja mingi 3D
Palju etem kui Wi-Fi või mingi 3G
Ei taha mängida toas, mul kõik on kombes
Sest palju parema paugu äädikapomm teeb
Tule kampa, see pole mingi Kvartal, nagla
Säärevärinal kalale, kett rattalt maha
Külm Fanta karastab, pole karta vaja
Ba-ba-barankasid krõbistame koos tankla taga
Läbi puuriida piiluvad päikesepiisad
Väikesed liivased jalad, säravad väikesed silmad
Kiidame kliimat ka talvel, kui väljas kiilakad pinnad
Piisavalt viisakas riie, siis on ka viisakad ilmad
Põllutee, põllul põllumees
Belarussi uksel väikse õlle teeb
Magus vihm end peidab õlekõrre sees
Märja sõrmega saan tuule sõrmele
Kolm meest, on tolm teel
Taga jälitab kui pikk rong see
Loksub kokukas ja praksub tigu, põige
Hüppab konn ees
Ma loobin järve ääres lutsu, ropult seal kalu liigub
Õhtuti hilja, hommikul vara sammud niidul
Kohtume bandega mingil vanal talu kiigul
Mu kokukas lahedam kui su tasakaaluliikur
Peenra vahel porgandid, kapsas, hoolikalt napsan
Vaarikaid, vanaema vaaritab vapralt, valged klaarid ja mahlad
Kasest, vahtrast tikatud lõunaks toobki
Jumal tänatud, õhtul saab õunakooki
Peale ei joo pakist, sest udar punglil on piimast
Liitri võtan sahvrist ja purgist urgitsen viimast
Vanaisa aina kiidab, et piimavuntsid on priimad
Nüüd leiva lasen luusse ning pärast lähen ja niidan
Muidu olen rõõmus, aga sauna lähen vihaga
Pole väga vegan, lauda vaja ikka liha ka
Rohkem ma ei räägi, siia loosse ainult lisaks ma
Et maal on väga kena, laulda tahaks täie kisaga
Põllutee, põllul põllumees
Belarussi uksel väikse õlle teeb
Magus vihm end peidab õlekõrre sees
Märja sõrmega saan tuule sõrmele
Kolm meest, on tolm teel
Taga jälitab kui pikk rong see
Loksub kokukas ja praksub tigu, põige
Hüppab konn ees
Viskan pikali, pikuti pikal niidul
Kas teeme hookus pookus ja kokukal pikad tiirud?
Pakist võtan tiku, kuid vahel ka võtan mitu
Tuli pliidi alla tikub ja puhtaks ma tõmban kikud
Kopsus puhas õhk ja kopsikus puhas vesi
Hoobilt sopsu loobin korvile, hoovis koristan, rehin
Poris lobistan, tellin moosipontsikuid neli
Nosin oblikaid seni, kui sääsepunne mul enim
Näpuotstel villid ja peenral on pikad tillid
Kuigi piinlen saunas, siis tiigis ma pigem chillin
Vesi otse allikast, põlluveerel üks rallikas
Maalit, kes külas tallinnast, heinapallil ma kallistan
Põllutee, põllul põllumees
Belarussi uksel väikse õlle teeb
Magus vihm end peidab õlekõrre sees
Märja sõrmega saan tuule sõrmele
Kolm meest, on tolm teel
Taga jälitab kui pikk rong see
Loksub kokukas ja praksub tigu, põige
Hüppab konn ees

(translation)

One on the handlebar, the other on the bag
The balance is scarce, the practice between villages
Parcel milk, bread, bread, mother's cardboard
For the rest of your pocket, that's my tactic
I adjusted the braces, nose tatine
We fold a pack of candy, we put it on the luggage rack
We stick with tape, the candy doesn't stick
In number, we chopped them a bit
Much further than glasses and some 3D
Much further than Wi-Fi or some kind of 3G
I don't want to play in the room, I'm fine
Because a much better bang vinegar bomb makes
Come on, it's not a Quarter, nail
Shaking fish, chain off the wheel
Cold Fanta hardens, there is no need to be afraid
We crunch the ba-ba-barankas together behind the gas station
Sunbeams peek through the cage
Small sandy feet, shiny small eyes
We also praise the climate in winter, when there are bald surfaces outside
Sufficiently polite fabric, then also polite weather
Farm road, farmer in the field
Makes a small beer at the door of Belarus
The sweet rain hides inside the straw
I get the wind on my finger with my wet finger
Three men, the dust is on its way
The chase behind it is like a long train
The snail shakes and practices snails, cuts
The frog jumps in front of you
I'm throwing a lutra by the lake, the fish are moving there
Late in the evening, early in the morning steps in the meadow
We meet gangs on an old farm swing
My cook is cooler than your balancer
Between the beds of carrots, cabbage, carefully snap
Raspberries, grandmother bravely grits, white clears and juices
Bred from birch, maple for lunch
Thank God you'll get an apple pie in the evening
Don't drink from the pack, because the udder in the bun is made of milk
I take a liter from the pantry and dig the last one out of the jar
Grandpa always praises that milk mustaches are good
Now I put the bread in the bone and after that I go and mow
Otherwise I'm happy, but I'm going to the sauna with anger
Not very vegan, the table still needs meat too
I'm not talking anymore, I'm just adding to this story
That the country is very nice, I would like to sing with full shout
Farm road, farmer in the field
Makes a small beer at the door of Belarus
The sweet rain hides inside the straw
I get the wind on my finger with my wet finger
Three men, the dust is on its way
The chase behind it is like a long train
The snail shakes and practices snails, cuts
The frog jumps in front of you
I throw down, long on a long meadow
Do we make hookus pookus and kokual long circles?
I take a match from the pack, but sometimes I also take several
The fire is under the stove and I'll clean it up
Clean air in the lungs and clean water in the lungs
I threw the bag in the yard, cleaned it in the yard
In the mud, I'm ordering four jam jars
I raised my obliques as long as I had the most mosquito bites
There are blisters on the fingertips and long dill on the bed
Although I suffer in the sauna, I tend to chill in the pond
Water directly from the source, one rally on the field
I cherish the painting of a village from Tallinn on a hay ball
Farm road, farmer in the field
Makes a small beer at the door of Belarus
The sweet rain hides inside the straw
I get the wind on my finger with my wet finger
Three men, the dust is on its way
The chase behind it is like a long train
The snail shakes and practices snails, cuts
The frog jumps in front of you