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The monologue from the garden

In the garden without flowers, of an arhitect
I step carefully amongst spines that pierce me through the chest of mine
They let me the trace and the smell , only of dirty 'flowers'
That grew up in hate , grudge and frustration
It is a humanly thing, 'cause also the prophets are mistaken
They predicted me happyness, while i don't have 'Time' to love
An oasis of peace i search it amongst 'prisons'
For when i will |Go' , to go spotless, in the hand of mine with two flowers
In the middle of nowhere i'm wandering , and i hear how
'She's shoutin at the moon
The 'wolf packs', are pouncing at the 'sheepfold'
Demons eyes that shines in the night, in the middle of the street
Takin pills and doin drugs, the prey animals
The father of ours , where are you!?
Tell it to me , wat is to be done !!!
Through cells, an empire is staring lost,
Whilst the thughs, with artilery from the 'mill' of hopes
Are fully armoured and they get up from the storm of bullets
I'm fighting with the ego , that's urging me , the cross of mine to not bear
I to taste the passion fruit, from an bitter love
Whilst jewels , brilliants are to be found in the Dead Sea
The time of mine , brother in blood it is with 'Once upon a time there was'
But i'm gettin out of the darkness, 'cause the light i've chosen
I leave behind the rust, same like Cristina did
 

Kiev - Leningrad

Kiev - Leningrad1 - the glow of the runways.
Kiev - Leningrad - less than a day's time.
Kiev - Leningrad - so as not to forget your voice.
Kiev - Leningrad - if you are waiting for me.
 
The wax melted down, the candles went out, the house is dark,
I want to cry and it's not an accident if it's raining on the window.
Sad moments often happen in our destiny,
But if one day you say 'I miss (you)' - I'll fly to you.
 
Kiev - Leningrad - the glow of the runways.
Kiev - Leningrad - less than a day's time.
Kiev - Leningrad - so as not to forget your voice.
Kiev - Leningrad - if you are waiting for me.
 
The northern city keeps your soul,
And as years are flying away in the fog after the ship2.
As I do not try hard to slow down the course of the time,
But if you want, if you want, I'll fly to you.
 
Kiev - Leningrad - the glow of the runways.
Kiev - Leningrad - less than a day's time.
Kiev - Leningrad - so as not to forget your voice.
Kiev - Leningrad - if you are waiting for me.
 

• 1. This song is about a love that occuerd before the city changed its name in 1991.
• 2. The мчатся verb means to run like a chicken, but in English, time flies. The корабль word is a ship, a boat or an aircraft. It might also refers to a famous sad song Летят журавли (The Cranes Are Flying) by Mark Bernes, where the word туман (fog) is also used.

This Devil's Not On My Level

Yesterday, I met this girl after a drink or two,
Nothing much to look at, and a piss-taker too.
We knocked back about ten shots but, after this,
I begin to dance the twist, and she dances like shit.
 
I reckon that this devil is just not on my level.(1)
I reckon that this devil is just not on my level.
 
Last weekend, a similar thing happened to me too:
Got to know this girl somewhere - forgot her name, mind you.
All in all, we drank around six bottles of 'Moet' full,
But she couldn't hold her drink, and puked under the table.
 
I reckon that this devil is just not on my level.
I reckon that this devil is just not on my level.
 
You can't argue with karma, bitch, how can you not scream,
Where science is meaningless, the doctors sit silently,
The kind of babe, at my level - where is she hiding?
In the future, I'll weakly settle, I'm better off wanking.
 
I reckon that this devil is just not on my level.
I reckon that this devil is just not on my level.
 

Eyes front!

Our company was parading through town
followed by two laughing brown eyes. She sure was pretty.
 
She is our good luck charm.
We were eying her as best we could,
but the commander called out:
'Eyes front!'
 
All our thoughts were with her as we marched.
Every one of us thought her glances were for him.
 
She is our good luck charm.
We were eying her as best we could,
but the commander called out:
'Eyes front!'
 
As we were dismissed, we saw her with a guy.
Our commander walked hand in hand by her side.
 
She is our good luck charm.
We were eying her as best we could,
but the commander called out:
'Eyes front!'
 
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The Ballad of Flemmingrad

In the snowdrift of December I invite you
To where I pay my respects to my troll neighbour.
He was everyone's friend, and someone I loved
This gift to us all was called Flemmingrad.
 
We 'll forget all the years he's been gone
And we'll stuff grass up his nose just for fun!
Up his nose?
This is his face, it shows laughter and grief
He's disgusting!
Flemmy the fungus troll.
 

The legendary troll Flemmingrad

Everyone gathers in December
and we extol our cheerful friend
The soul of trolls
His name is well-known: Flemmingrad
 
After reminiscing the distant past,
we stuff grass in the nostrils
May he be blessed
Oh, the legendary troll
 

From Split to Belgrade

Your lips are delicious
Your lips were delicious
our songs are sad
our songs were sad
A woman remained broken like a glass
 
Tonight you won't sleep
because you'll only be dreaming of me
 
Your lips are delicious
Your lips were delicious
our songs are sad
our songs were sad
A woman remained broken like a glass
 
Ref x 2
 
Everyday it rains
from Split to Belgrade
everyday it pours down
from Dalmatia to Serbia
 
But that's not real rain
which pours in vain
yes, that's pleasant rain
my dear Viktorija
and it's only my eyes greeting you in the solitude
 
Ref x 4
 

Pashalik of Belgrade

Pashalik of Belgrade
Only eats onion
That's what is their fate
Serbia became smaller...
 
Serbian daddy has a pig
That doesn't shave
All of her hair fell off
During the hard labor
That's Šešelj, the son of a bitch
While he was in prison
He got hard wounds
On his anus
 
Serbia, Misery
They robbed my plain, and i will slaughter them
 
Serbia, a wild mountain
Wheat doesn't sew
We will take ''Vojvodina''
May comrade Tito fuck them
Their main food is corn
City Of Prince Lazar
Heavy diarrhea occured
From all that brotherhood.
 
''When i'm layin'
I'm still tryin'
Concentratin'
On dyin' yeah'' - Layne Staley (1967-2002)

KOSOVO IS SERBIA (Hands on heart)

Hands on heart, regards All Stars formations
phantoms on head, action can start
Plan for tonight is to cross over their borders
From houses and villages make them slaughterhouse
Slaughter Shiptars, kill Wahhabi
Put on the boomer anyone who kick up a row
I see that they are crying, I say it was enough
and women and kids throw up from bridge
there is no more forgiveness
you see house - burn it
for every our church yours mosques will pay
AK-47, bombs, high three fingers
let them knee when they see Jesus from cross
One was Arcan's guard
All stars brigade is coming, make Shiptars to suffer
Star on gunpoint, racket speed
tanks on front, mark of All Stars machines
Nothing won't be finished without fight anymore
our unit is elite like Cobras
And look now boy how your mother is bloody
and remember message: KOSOVO IS SERBIA!!!!!
 
It was enough of horror, it was enough of terror
there won't be forgiveness anymore, do what you have to do
blood from your bones will be universally useful
All Stars, Serbia, clan of Ultra terrorists
x2
 
Rema maniac, brutal tyranny
real accidents, let Albania disappears
I'm destroying, leave him, he is dead, burned mosque
with words as burst on instrumentalist
CHEERS SERBIA!!!
I'm killing for Serbia
I rip up microphone with my teeth, I'm giving words as a present to others
I swear with my heart and blood, I will smash you all
I'm leading unit force and I'll always be the first
in church on the oath, than direct in fight
for our Kosovo I will put my head in bag
from your blood soups, from your meat cakes
Rema ALL Stars clan, hero of the serbian brand
Three fingers, three players, never stronger team
get up and regret Sosa's cutthroat
Soso is runing away over meadow, but bullet is faster
where are you going Sosa, is it come to that?
knife is under your neck, you passed well
Final fight, chest to chest
Serbian flag and power of cross is leading me
clan of Ultra terrorist will smash you
ALL Stars army, forever solid
 
It was enough of horror, it was enough of terror
there won't be forgiveness anymore, do what you have to do
blood from your bones will be universally useful
All Stars, Serbia, clan of Ultra terrorists
x2
 
New state, new shit, wounded country
is quitting and it can't get up
Serbia, get on your legs, a lot of battles against Shiptars and drugs are comings
contemporary bogeyman America, which is raising degenerates
tell me how much to endure lies while they are killing our soldiers on guard
for hand of dollars, make lies about genocide
SERBIA GET BIRTHS!!!
CHEERS SERBIA!!!
SERBIA TO SERBS!!!
for everyone who loves her
onr serbian tear, thousand Albanians
burned Tirana, Serb is bitting as piranha
battle for Kosovo until Judgment Day
from contest with raised head, tricolour flag are rising
and celebrates victory, never again enclave
never again debacle
SERBIA IS KOSOVO,for honor
I don't want anything from someone else. I don't give what is mine
while I'm watching you through the target
sata-ta-ta-ra, country old by centuries
with faith in God, unanimity is saving Serbs
we have culture, our language is rich
to take off hymen, you fucked goats
raped your sisters, everything in name of dynasty
you will disappeare, disgusting creatures
for future of Serbia and her generation
 
It was enough of horror, it was enough of terror
there won't be forgiveness anymore, do what you have to do
blood from your bones will be universally useful
All Stars, Serbia, clan of Ultra terrorists
x2
 

Elections! Elections!

Versions: #2
I sit there and don't drink since morning,
Tomorrow the election will take place,
I must be as sober as possible,
To tick off that checkbox.
 
Yeah, the voting will begin!
 
A buddy brought a gram [of drugs] in his pocket,
But I prepare for the election,
I won't fucking snort anything,
So the voting won't be disrupted.
 
Yeah, my sense of justice increases!
 
And now this great day arrived,
And they handed me the ballot sheet,
I go and tick off the checkbox - yeah,
I vote against everybody.
 
Yeah, I don't help assholes!
Yeah, I won't vote for you!
 
Yeah, the voting proceeds!
 
Elections, elections, the candidates - are faggots!!!
 

Belgrade

Versions: #2
I know of one city, called Belgrade
I know of one name, but I don't mention it
I know of one city, where you're forever young
I also know one heart, that is cursing it
 
Once I tried those bitter lips of yours
And who's going to drive away this madness?
Once I tried to erase you from my heart
But every Spring smells like you
 
I know the color of his shirt, I bought it
I know the taste of his lips, I kissed them
I know who he's drinking wine with tonight
I know that she knows, how I feel
 
Once I tried those bitter lips of yours
And who's going to drive away this madness?
Once I tried to erase you from my heart
But every Spring smells like you
 
This memory tears apart everything to me
My Belgrade, hold me (x3)
 

To You, My City

From old walls to Sava river
From the bridges of the new coast
Blue flags fluttet
Zagreb calls to its embrace
 
(Chorus)
The most beautiful is Zagreb city
Zagreb is my dearest home
My city, forever you will stay so young
In my heart
City, my city
May the sun of happiness shine for you
My beloved city
May everyone knows your joys
 
Under the dome of the skies' blue
From the walls of the old town
Doves, white pidgeons
Bring us greetings now
 
(Chorus)
 

The Ballad of Flemmingrad (Traditional Ver.)

There was a loyal a dearest troll,
who was loved by his great goodness.
This is Flemmingrad's song,
here he was greatly loved by all 'Slashtrois'.
 
They would give him foiegras, mold stew
and so he gobbled them down passionately.
How big was Flemmingrad!
He replenished his tummy in happiness.
 
And all of them saw him rolling down!
Laughing, he rolled down non-stop!
 
In a Winter's day, he saw human coming
and them trolls quickly rolled away.
However, giant Flemmingrad,
among the mountains he went to pasture.
 
People frightened, they wielded a sword
and Flemmy from the fjord, he never got out.
This is Flemmingrad's song!
There, he got trapped in for eternity.
 
Voice: In the shadows, but unforgotten.
 
Flemmy was never to roll down ever again!
Oh! Flemmy never rolled down again!
 
Voice: So, we celebrate this tradition.
 
In every December, everyone's assembled
to offer their respects to a troll.
Remembering for a friendship
as we all call as Flemmingrad.
 
His ancestors we were to find,
his nostrils we were to shave off.
In memorian we always build
the Big Flemmingrad's statue.
 
God bless his soul up in the sky!
Oh, Flemmy! The fungus-troll.
 

Flemmingrad the Troll

There was a troll, perhaps the biggest,
Exemplary of honor with the best fungus.
The story of Flemmingrad the Troll,
Anyone from around here could tell it.
 
He ate with gusto and a voracious appetite.
No one else could consume what he would.
He became the great Flemmingrad.
A troll primed for his own well-being.
 
Rolling was his gift, gift, gift.
We loved his gift, gift, gift.
 
One day, the humans showed up.
And the trolls tried to flee through the gap.
But giant Flemmingrad
Got stuck trying to go through.
 
One frightened man drew his sword.
Flemmy remained in that fjord.
We lost our Flemmingrad.
And now our sadness makes us reminisce.
(He still hasn't been forgotten.)
 
Without Flemmi, without his gift, gift, gift.
Rolling was his gift, gift, gift.
(And that's why we have this tradition.)
 
Every December it's our duty
To pay homage and give thanks
To that friend who only ever gave*
The troll known as Flemmingrad
 
We dig down deep in every garden.
In its nostrils we lay tufts of grass.
It's our way of remembering
Of recreating Flemmingrad.
To the fungus that he made for us.
To Flemmi, the great troll.
 

english

Dаj mi jos ovu noc, dа kаzem stа imаm
Dаj dа jos jednom nаzdrаvim sа svimа
U ocimа dа vidim dа borbа je ziva
Pа dа odem sа osmehom sudbini u inаt
Svet je hlаdаn, nikog nije brigа
Ne zаnimа ih nistа vаn svojа cetiri zidа
Trаzio sаm smisаo između dvа stihа
A pronаsаo ljude koji svemu dаju smislа
Ove noci nekа nаs cuju
Nek’ probija se pesmа kroz vetаr i oluju
Mogu dа nаs hаpse, privode i tuku
Ali nemаju nаcinа dа zаustаve poruku
Diskretni heroji dosledni su kodeksu
Prаve vrednosti nisu nа prodаju
Sutrа, kаdа odemo, pesme nekа ostаnu
Dа ih pevаju k’o poziv nа konаcnu pobunu
 

Wild man

Versions: #3
You are calling me a shithead
Yeah, I'm pissed again and again
And your ass in front of everyone I grab
With my dirty, hairy hand.
 
Yeah, like smelly sticks my feet
On which are my socks, full of holes and overused
And this two heaps of dust and shit-
These are my shoes.
 
Yeah, you're right, I'm a wild man,
You're right, I'm a wild man,
You're right, I'm a wild man,
Tobacco, stubble, balls, stench of alcohol - I'am
 
Yeah, you're right, I'm a wild man,
You're right, I'm a wild man,
You're right, I'm a wild man,
Tobacco, stubble, balls, stench of alcohol - I'am
 

Hailstones

To Dorin-Nikolaev
 
The sky shook from the wrath of thunder,
The lightning blazed and sudden hail
Began to hop in shallow water,
Like silver grapes from fairy tale.
 
The spark of moment flew up higher,
When hot July breathed wintry cold -
For inspiration, new thoughts, fire,
For the impossible, all told...
 
I raised the glass above my shoulder, -
The thoughts were racing to extremes,
I drank the wine while glass grew colder,
As hailstones melted in juice dreams.
 
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Leningrad

It's already evening on the Seven Hills, and my hands got cold.
What else won't encounter, who else won't wait?
The numbers in black on the ticket and the sound of the train station.
These images I will keep in my mind, taking one step forward.
 
Night.
My voice is flowing through the wires,
Dividing the path in two, and I go after it
A little slower by 'Red Arrow' 1
 
Mother, I'm coming back home!
Mother, you were right.
This city is foreign to me.
Mother, I'm coming back to Leningrad.
 
The coldness is almost unbearable, the time is frozen.
I run away from the Seven Hills, to save myself.
Dividing into 'Before' and 'After', I will believe again.
I'm risking, I start everything again, looking for love.
 
Night.
My voice is flowing through the wires,
Dividing the path in two, and I go after it
A little slower by 'Red Arrow' 1
 
Mother, I'm coming back home!
Mother, you were right.
This city is foreign to me.
Mother, I'm coming back to Leningrad.
 
I'm coming back to Leningrad.
I'm coming back to Leningrad.
I'm coming back to Leningrad.
I'm coming back to ...
 

• Кра́сная стрела́ - a train connection Moscow and Saint Petersburg

Wonderful Garden of Love

Wonderful Garden of Love
The Holy Garden of Jesus
It's poor again, no fruit
And the Gardener mourns for His roses
Today Jesus has tears coming out of His eyes.
 
Where are you, where are you?
Where are you my garden?
Where is it, where is it?
Where's your holiness?
Where's your adornment? //2x
 
The seed of flesh crawled into it
The branches with thorns only have grown
And they bear names of Christians
And the Gardener mourns for His roses
Closed down by the shadow of those thorns.
 
Why you not, why you not?
Why don't you breed nicely?
Why do you stay still, why do you stay still?
Why are you idle?
Why do you stay away? //2x
 
Many petals, prey to destruction
They fell down, they withered
They did not bring the right fruit
And the Gardener mourns for His roses
For the flowers again withered.
 
No fruit, no fruit
If fruitless you can't be
With Him, with Him
With the Lord's children
Up to Heaven in Eternity. //2x
 
You, a rose on the path of salvation
It's time for you to be born again today
If you want that in the Heavenly Glories
To be planted on the wonderful day
For to adorn the House of Jesus.
 
If you want, if you want
If you want to get to Heaven
Get up today, get up today
Climb up to Golgotha
God will help you. //2x
 

Letters

Apple-trees stood in bloom,
Spring is come,
To serve in the army,
Time has come,
You said you would wait,
But you lied,
You didn't save our love,
Didn't save our love.
 
Wrote you letters every day,
Was drawing heart on the envelope,
But you didn't answer me a line,
Love me or not, love me or not.
Wote you letters every day,
Was drawing heart on the envelope,
But you didn't answer me a line,
Love me or not, love me or not.
 
It's not easy to serve in the army,
If no one waits,
Maybe, with other girl
I'm lucky in life.
She'll write me letters,
Will love me,
But our first love, with you
I'll never forget.
 
After all... Wrote you letters every day,
Was drawing heart on the envelope,
But you didn't answer me a line,
Love me or not, love me or not.
Wote you letters every day,
Was drawing heart on the envelope,
But you didn't answer me a line,
Love me or not, love me or not.
 
La-la-la... Love me or not!
 
Tibor from QS-FB

Dick in a Coat

I crawled to the door,
I'll ring the bell too,
Throw up, stumble,
Soaked right through.
 
Behind the door you choke:
- Who the fuck is that?
- Your dick in a coat!
Is what I answer back.
 
Che-che-che-check it out, yo!
 
I'll crawl back home,
I'll crawl back home,
I'll ring the bell,
Soaked to hell!
 
Behind the door you choke:
- Who the fuck is that?
- Your dick in a coat!
Is what I answer back.
 

Evil Bullet

I run, run to freedom
And behind me, behind me chasing
And behind me soldiers run
Their guns aimed at my back
 
Evil bullet!
Give me freedom,
Straight to the heart
So there is no pain
Evil bullet!
Give me freedom,
Straight to the heart
So there is no pain
 
But the chase is closer, closer,
Snipers shoot from the roof
But I won't let them take me alive
I'd rather die young
 
Evil bullet!
Give me freedom,
Straight to the heart
So there is no pain
Evil bullet!
Give me freedom,
Straight to the heart
So there is no pain
 
I fress freedom with blood
The earth creaks on my teeth
Where is the bullet, where is the bullet
That was cast for me
 
Evil bullet!
Give me freedom,
Straight to the heart
So there is no pain
Evil bullet!
Give me freedom,
Straight to the heart
So there is no pain
 

Sveta

On a little stool we sit together
We say different words to each other
I bought you candy
You love me for that
 
Sveta, Sveta, Sveta.
 
The summer garden closed and puts out its lights
Daddy's gun will protect us from the enemy
At the last ruble, Sveta,
I bought you candy
 
Sveta, Sveta, Sveta.
 
Don't look, Sveta, so closely at my revolver
I'm a common St. Petersburg courtyard hooligan
At my last ruble, Sveta,
And love me for that
 
Sveta, Sveta, Sveta.
 

I Love You So

In the cold blue collar city
Where my dreams were broken
I understood long ago, that in this life,
I need my one and only you
 
I love you so
I love you so, my kindred spirit
That without your love
I would just fade away
 
You often cheated on me
With men or without
In my heart you left
A bleeding incision
 
I love you so
I love you so, my kindred spirit
That without your love
I would just fade away
 
You didn't understand me
And burned all the bridges
And one day you said
That you didn't love me!
 
I love you so
I love you so, my kindred spirit
That without your love
I would just fade away
 

Bullet

I run, run to freedom
And behind me, behind me chasing
And behind me, soldiers run
In the place of the sky - their automatic machines
 
I run, my legs get stuck
Dirty snow up to my waist
All is in vain, all is in vain
The snow turns blood-red
 
Evil bullet, give me freedom
In the heart so there is no pain
Evil bullet, give me freedom
At once so there is no pain
 
But the chasing is closer, closer
Laughing snipers on the roofs
But I will not let them take me alive
I'd rather die here, young
 
Evil bullet, give me freedom
In the heart so there is no pain
Evil bullet, give me freedom
At once so there is no pain
 
I run, run to freedom
And behind me, behind me chasing
But I won't let them take me alive
I'd rather die here, young
 
Evil bullet, give me freedom
At once, and...
 

Come on, Everybody

You all came down here to keep having a good time,
And even to dance, if lucky enough,
And, you see, my song, is like bird, way up high,
Flying through the air and roaring in a huff.
 
Come on, everybody!
Bitches, shake your asses for me!
Come on, everybody!
Bitches, shake your asses for me!
 
Gotta drink some beers, your throat is drying up now,
Your throat is drying up now, like your soul can't stand,
Just as well we're buddies, don't just bum around now,
Don't just bum around now, here, take my hand!
 

007

Today I came around drunk off my arse,
And you told me - your patience won't last,
Yes, you told me, you can't be with me,
And you told me, I'm just an alkie.
Then you told me you're leaving forever!
Like I care, off you go, I'm agent 007.
 
Today I came around drunk off my arse,
And you told me - your patience won't last,
Yes, you told me, you don't love me one bit,
And you told me, I'm just like a pig.
Then you told me you're leaving once more,
Like I care, off you go, got a bottle in my drawer!
 

Birthday

All of these conversations: -
So, how are things today, Apparently, the weather was nice yesterday,
Our new president's obsessed with martial arts,
Bills are gonna rise now, they said in a newscast.
 
But I won't celebrate no birthdays, no not one!
Everything's fucked now! It's fucked, fuck off, cunt!
 
Everything's fucked!
 
All of these songs about some lucky bride,
Going in my ears like two hundred times,
And still, this Zemfira what's-her-name,
Doing my fucking head in, night and day.
 
But I won't celebrate no birthdays, no not one!
Everything's fucked now! It's fucked, fuck off, cunt!
 

Towns by the sea

All that towns by the sea
All that towers old
All that ports and boats
All that nets and wood boxes
Are always home to my heart
They are a song of the sea that lasts
 
Ref
With their beauty they carry me
To some old times
While for love always begs
My sailor hands
 
Like a sky after rain
When you hurting me little bit less
I see how they are standing
My towns by the sea
 
All that towns in the sun
All that old steeples
All that houses and taverns
All that old stairs
Are forever home to my heart
They are a song of the sea that lasts
 

Blood Type

'Kino' is blasting out the record player,
You tell me: 'turn it off, this is shit!'
You're tired of all that rubbish,
Shut your mouth, it's my favourite song!
 
Oh, my blood type,
On my sleeve.
Oh, my blood type,
On my sleeve.
 
If you could keep quiet just for five minutes,
Or wish me luck in battle,
'Blood Type' is my favourite song,
And when I'm feeling bad, I always sing it.
 
Oh, my blood type,
On my sleeve.
Oh, my blood type,
On my sleeve.
 
'Kino' is blasting out the record player,
You tell me: 'turn it off, this is shit!'
You're tired of all that rubbish,
Shut your mouth, it's my favourite song!
 
Oh, my blood type,
On my sleeve.
Oh, my blood type,
On my sleeve.
 

Cosmos

Somewhere inside, in all of us,
There is an infinite cosmos,
In order to fly, you need a rocket,
If you haven't got rollies, spark up a straight.*
 
Cosmos...
 
If you want love, then take it - here you go,
The springtime girls are at the window,
But astronauts never go to the doctor,
You like women, I just sit and wank.
 
Cosmos...
 

I'm Your Cowboy

Playboy in pocket, and covered in tattoos
When I dance, I only dance with you,
When I dance, I only dance with you,
You're my horse, and I'm your cowboy too.
 
I'm your cowboy!
 
Wearing my sunglasses, day and night too,
I wanna take you and dance up on the moon,
When I dance, I only dance with you,
You're my horse, and I'm your cowboy too.
 
Your cowboy!
 
Yes I know, yes I know,
Love shines under the moon,
Yes I know, your are mine,
You're my horse, and I'm your cowboy too.
 
Your cowboy...