Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song LIIAN KILTTI MIES , by - Popeda. Song from the album 500cc, in the genre ПопRelease date: 20.11.2005
Record label: Poko Rekords Oy, POPLANDIA MUSIC OY
Song language: Finnish(Suomi)
LIIAN KILTTI MIES(original) |
| Onko vaimollasi mahti, tehdä susta lapsenvahti |
| Kun hän kavereiden kanssa lähtee rientoihin |
| Omaksutko tyylin noutajan, tohvelisankarin soutajan |
| Joka huopaa mutta tarttuu verkkoihin |
| Tuntuuko joskus että, kaipaat viihdykettä |
| Kun sanan säilä oikein viiltelee |
| Entä kehutko vaimosi ruokaa, vaikka palanut ois se vuokaan |
| Ja muina miehinä grillille kävelet |
| Ootko liian kiltti mies? |
| Sua pompottaako muija |
| Et oo ainoo turvenuija, meitä monta lisää on |
| Etkö ajoissa kotiin palaa, laitatko rahaa jemmaan salaa |
| Ja roskat maton alle vihellellen lakaiset |
| Niin mäkin teen |
| Kotona pyykkiä silität, ja kavereilles tilität |
| Sua kiinnosta ei golf, ei jalkapallo |
| Kaupassa tuttuja lymyilet, vaivautuneesti hymyilet |
| Pakkaat kassiin sukkahousut ja tamppoonit |
| Ootko liian kiltti mies? |
| Sua pompottaako muija |
| Et oo ainoo turvenuija, meitä monta lisää on |
| Etkö ajoissa kotiin palaa, laitatko rahaa jemmaan salaa |
| Ja roskat maton alle vihellellen lakaiset |
| Niin mäkin teen |
| Vaimo kympin antaa aamuisin, itsekö tätä halusin |
| Tähän on vaan jotenkin taas tultu |
| Nyrkkiä puin, takana päin, paremman huomisen unessa näin |
| Sanoin siis, näkemiin, nähdään kultu |
| En oo enää kiltti mies, aikansa pompotti mua muija |
| Iski Tuomari nuijaa ja kahleet katkaisi |
| En kotiin enää palaa, koko maailmaa mä halaan |
| Vapaudesta nautin, yksin kuljeskelen |
| Tai sitten en |
| En oo enää kiltti mies, aikansa pompotti mua muija |
| Iski Tuomari nuijaa ja kahleet katkaisi |
| (translation) |
| Does your wife have the power to make you a babysitter |
| When he goes out with friends |
| Will you adopt a style retriever, a slipper hero rower |
| Every felt but sticks to the nets |
| Do you ever feel like that, you need entertainment |
| When the word store is properly sliced |
| How about praising your wife's food, even if it's burnt in the pan |
| And as other men, you walk to the grill |
| Are you too kind man |
| Does Sua bounce the mule |
| You're not the only turf, there are many more of us |
| Don’t come home on time, put your money in secret |
| And rubbish under the carpet whistling sweeps |
| That's what I do |
| At home, you iron your laundry, and you bill your friends |
| Sua is not interested in golf, not football |
| In the store, you smile familiar, you bother to bother |
| You pack tights and tampons in a bag |
| Are you too kind man |
| Does Sua bounce the mule |
| You're not the only turf, there are many more of us |
| Don’t come home on time, put your money in secret |
| And rubbish under the carpet whistling sweeps |
| That's what I do |
| My wife tens in the mornings to see if I wanted this myself |
| It's just been here again |
| Fist in the wood, backwards, in the dream of a better tomorrow like this |
| So I said goodbye, see you cult |
| I'm not a nice man anymore, my time was bounced by me |
| The judge struck and the shackles were cut |
| I won't return home anymore, I'll hug the whole world |
| I enjoy my freedom, I walk alone |
| Or not |
| I'm not a nice man anymore, my time was bounced by me |
| The judge struck and the shackles were cut |