Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Popojedem, artist - Wohnout. Date of issue: 28.02.2009
Song language: Czech
Popojedem(original) |
| Smažky, štětky, pajzly |
| a vybydlený hajzly, bordýlek |
| lacinej hotýlek |
| rozpoznej hajzly |
| když má každej stejnej modýlek |
| na krku motýlek |
| Cesta podivná je |
| jsme daleko od ráje na štaci |
| zažijem legraci |
| vzbudíme zájem |
| z nory vylezou ven gumáci |
| vrazi a žebráci |
| .a pro všechnu tu svoloč kolem |
| Ten den kapela hrála |
| jako jedna z mála |
| až do rána bílýho |
| pro lidi, co byli blízko |
| stěžovali si nízko |
| že jest refrén z Vrátnýho |
| Smažky, štětky, pajzly |
| a vybydlený hajzly, bordýlek |
| lacinej hotýlek |
| všechno nám čmajzli |
| nechali nám jen pár vzpomínek |
| na to jak ohýnek |
| plál v říši lůzy |
| v ulici plný hrůzy jak z románů |
| zvlášť po ránu |
| loudaj se chůzí |
| figury co maj pod kabátem |
| ruku schovánu |
| …a pro všechnu tu svoloč kolem |
| V ráji hotýlků |
| lítá hejno motýlků |
| snídám polívku |
| a tahám na světlo vzpomínku |
| je to jen záblesk |
| jak v bordýlku |
| sviští partička modýlků |
| a rada zní |
| tak dej si s modelkou |
| lajnu velkou |
| a zkus jí prdýlku |
| Ten den kapela hrála |
| jako jedna z mála |
| až do rána bílýho |
| pro lidi, co byli blízko |
| stěžovali si nízko |
| že jest refrén z Vrátnýho |
| pro lidi co byli blízko |
| znamenalo to pískot |
| v palbě rajčat z balkónů |
| zavrtalo se želízko |
| do těla bubeníka |
| skončil koncert |
| a jedeme domů |
| (translation) |
| Erasers, brushes, shit |
| and depopulated bastards, brothels |
| cheap hotel |
| recognize the bastards |
| when everyone has the same idol |
| bow tie on the neck |
| The road is strange |
| we are far from paradise at the barn |
| I'll have fun |
| we arouse interest |
| rubber boots climb out of the burrow |
| murderers and beggars |
| .and for all the idiots around |
| The band played that day |
| like one of the few |
| until white morning |
| for people who were close |
| they complained low |
| that there is a chorus from Vrátný |
| Erasers, brushes, shit |
| and depopulated bastards, brothels |
| cheap hotel |
| they screwed us over |
| they left us only a few memories |
| on it like a fire |
| he was swimming in the realm of the mob |
| in a street full of horror both from novels |
| especially in the morning |
| loiter walking |
| figures they have under their coat |
| hand hidden |
| … And for all that volleyball around |
| In the paradise of hotels |
| a flock of butterflies flies |
| I have soup for breakfast |
| and I bring to light a memory |
| it's just a flash |
| as in a brothel |
| marmot bunch of idols |
| and the advice is |
| so go with the model |
| big line |
| and try her ass |
| The band played that day |
| like one of the few |
| until white morning |
| for people who were close |
| they complained low |
| that there is a chorus from Vrátný |
| for people who were close |
| it meant whistling |
| in the firing of tomatoes from the balconies |
| the handcuffs shook |
| into the body of the drummer |
| the concert ended |
| and we go home |