Lyrics of Schovaná - Vypsana Fixa, Mardi

Schovaná (original)

Upírek je šikulka,
umí jíst a umí spát.
Není tvůj, ale má tě rád.
I ten druhej —
když se postaráš.
Je celkem fajn —
chodí do školy,
jeho tatínek má oči hladový
a maminka je psí čumák,
seš tu s nima — kolem je London Town.
Uletí týden,
neděle je pro boha,
snad něco přijde
a zatím ani noha.
Uletí týden,
jsi tady už dva roky.
Í tý chce go home,
i ty chceš do Evropy.
Hej hej, ten jejich puding
se vážně nedá žrát
a za oknem s jedinou tabulkou
se nedá spát.
Upírek je šikulka,
kousne tě a budeš upírka.
Si vyrazíš na Camden Town
a budeš tam a budeš tam,
ale kam jdeš ty a proč tu seš?
Po x pivech se pobliješ
a kámoška už je sevřená
v náruči místního Beckhama.
Uletí týden,
neděle je pro boha,
snad něco přijde
a zatím ani noha.
Uletí týden,
jsi tady už dva roky.
Í tý chce go home,
i ty chceš do Evropy.
Hej hej, ten jejich puding
se vážně nedá žrát
a za oknem s jedinou tabulkou
je taková hrozná kosa!
Hej hej, ten jejich puding
se vážně nedá žrát
a za oknem s jedinou tabulkou
se nedá spát.
Uletí týden,
jsi tady už dva roky.
Lalala láliou
Í tý chce go home,
i ty chceš do Evropy.
Lalala láliou
Uletí týden,
jsi tady už dva roky.
Lalala láliou
Í tý chce go home,
i ty chceš do Evropy.
Lalala láliou
Balíš kufry, zavazuješ boty, lala lá liou
čekaj byty v San Piego City.
Lalala lá liou
Ahoj.

(translation)

The vampire is šikulka,
he can eat and he can sleep.
He's not yours, but he likes you.
The other -
when you take care.
It's pretty cool -
goes to school,
his dad's eyes are hungry
and mom is a dog's nose,
you're here with them - around London Town.
Fly a week,
sunday is for god
maybe something will come
and so far no foot.
Fly a week,
you've been here for two years.
I want to go home,
You also want to go to Europe.
Hey hey, their pudding
you really can't eat
and behind a window with a single table
can't sleep.
The vampire is šikulka,
it will bite you and you will be a vampire.
You're going to Camden Town
and you will be there and you will be there
but where are you going and why are you here?
After x beers, you get drunk
and the friend is already tight
in the arms of local Beckham.
Fly a week,
sunday is for god
maybe something will come
and so far no foot.
Fly a week,
you've been here for two years.
I want to go home,
You also want to go to Europe.
Hey hey, their pudding
you really can't eat
and behind a window with a single table
is such a terrible scythe!
Hey hey, their pudding
you really can't eat
and behind a window with a single table
can't sleep.
Fly a week,
you've been here for two years.
Lalala láliou
I want to go home,
You also want to go to Europe.
Lalala láliou
Fly a week,
you've been here for two years.
Lalala láliou
I want to go home,
You also want to go to Europe.
Lalala láliou
You pack your bags, you tie your shoes, lala la liou
wait apartments in San Piego City.
Lalala la liou
Hi.