Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Maalt, artist - Küberünnak & Karmo. Date of issue: 21.08.2017
Song language: Estonian
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 |