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Németh Szilárd

Soros1, migrant (ooo-ooo))
(Soros, migant (ooo-ooo))

They've bred him for his fur
He's the king of pigs
The way he works is simple
What he doesn't fuck, he breads2it

He stinks like cholera
Flies buzz around him
In his dreams, he's stuffing migrant-ashes into his urethra

His teeth are rotting
His peptic ulcer is becoming perforated
Sexual assault
Is his only chance with women

He got his wife by trapping her
Her home is the woodshed
She's so ugly that the Islamic State3took responsibility for her

He shows his middle finger to the EU
He doesn't give a crap about Brussels
They tell him, there're no more migrants
And he simply says: 'You're welcome!'

(Ooo-ooo)
When he thinks of tripe4, he gives a sigh
(Ooo-ooo)
Szilárd is the talking head cheese5

When he sees a pig, they're instantly on a first name basis
He would fuck it but he rather eats it
(Ooo-ooo)
Szilárd is the talking head cheese

He's selling bonds from under the counter
For cash, illegally
That's how he got his new sty6
On Kósa's7mother's pig farm

The opposition is a bad joke
There's no need to make a new party
Cholesterol is going to change the government in Hungary

He shows his middle finger to the EU
He doesn't give a crap about Brussels
They tell him, there're no more migrants
And he simply says: 'You're welcome!'

(Ooo-ooo)
When he thinks of tripe, he gives a sigh
(Ooo-ooo)
Szilárd is the talking head cheese

When he sees a pig, they're instantly on a first name basis
He would fuck it but he rather eats it
(Ooo-ooo)
Szilárd is the talking head cheese

SOROS-MIGRANT SOROS
SOROS-MIGRANT SOROS
He's Szilárd in name only, not in the state of matter8

SOROS-MIGRANT SOROS
SOROS-MIGRANT SOROS
Let's use a national animal against the Muslim

SOROS-MIGRANT SOROS
SOROS-MIGRANT SOROS
He's Szilárd in name only, not in the state of matter
(Ooo-ooo)
Let's use a national animal against the Muslim

(Soros, migrant)
He's Szilárd in name only, not in the state of matter
(Soros, migrant)
He did away with the laws by eating them

(Ooo-ooo)
When he thinks of tripe, he gives a sigh
(Ooo-ooo)
Szilárd is the talking head cheese

When he sees a pig, they're instantly on a first name basis
He would fuck it but he rather eats it
(Ooo-ooo)
Szilárd is the talking head cheese

1. George Soros (1930-) is a Hungarian-born American billionaire investor and philanthropist.
2. In the sense of to fry something (meat, cheese) in breadcrumbs.
3. A militant group and former unrecognized proto-state.
4. A type of edible lining from the stomachs of various farm animals.
5. A cold cut terrine or meat jelly, often made with flesh from the head of a calf or pig (less commonly a sheep or cow), typically set in aspic, that originated in Europe.
6. A small-scale outdoor enclosure for raising domestic pigs as livestock.
7. Lajos Kósa (1964-) a Hungarian politician, who served as Mayor of Debrecen between 1998 and 2014.
8. 'Szilárd' means 'solid'. This is a joke about Szilárd Németh being overweight.

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Stvoren sam da te volem

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Noćas oću sve da ti podarim
U mraku, tol'ko je otog što oću da uradim
I večeras oću pred noge oto da ti položim
Jer devojko, stvoren sam za tebe
A devojko, ti si stvorena za mene

Opravljen sam da te volem moje lane
A ti da voleš mene
I ne mogu te se zasititi
Možeš li se zasititi mene ti?

Noćas želim to videti u očima tvojim
Magiju da osetim, ima štogod što me čini divljim
A noćas ćemo to ostvariti sve
Jer devojko, stvorena si za mene
I frajlice, stvoren sam za tebe

Opravljen sam da te volem moje lane
A ti da voleš mene
I ne mogu te se zasititi
Možeš li se zasititi mene ti?
Opravljen sam da volem te
Ti stvorena si da voleš me
A ja ti to mogu dati sve
Možeš li ti meni dati sve?

Ne mogu se zasititi
Ne mogu se namiriti
Ne mogu se zasititi

Opravljen sam da te volem moje lane
A ti da voleš mene
I ne mogu te se zasititi
Možeš li se zasititi mene ti?

Stvoren sam, stvorena si
Ne mogu se zasititi
Ne, ne mogu se namiriti

Opravljen sam da te volem moje lane
A ti da voleš mene
I ne mogu te se zasititi
Možeš li se zasititi mene ti?
Opravljen sam da volem te
Ti stvorena si da voleš me
A ja ti to mogu dati sve
Možeš li ti meni dati sve?

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EMILIA • WRONG ADDRESS

An old story, you and I, once in love, a perfect tie.
We were happy, heart to heart, but now we’ve fallen apart.
I’m just a memory—get used to it!
Go to her now, let anger hit.

Run away, just leave me be.
I’ve had enough of your lies, you see.
You deserve to be alone in pain
No turning back—it’s all in vain.

At night, you’d call me, craving more.
With her, was it better than before?
My number’s gone, don’t try to find,
I’ve left it all behind.

When I was hurting, where did you stay?
With someone else, you chose to play.
Drink all you want—it won’t make me care.
Search for me, but I’m not there.

Remember the days I hid my tears?
Now you burn with the same fears.
Keep your words, they mean no more,
You killed the love we had before.

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Starting a long journey...
Opening a new page

I will win! (Win!)
Pokémon for the advanced!
(The advanced!)
I will win! (Win!)
I will touch the clouds...
And I'll prove to everyone...
Who's the best, the best in the world...
I will win!
Pokémon!

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Heavenly clouds

Oh, heavenly clouds, eternal wanderers!
Over an azure steppe, a pearly brethren
Akin to myself, you travelers hasten
From the dear north to course southern.

Then who is exiling you: is it fate’s verdict?
Is it the envy concealed? Is it malice in the open?
Or is there a crime that levees a burden?
Could it be slander by friends that is poison?

No, you are fatigued by fields that stay barren…
Foreign are passions to you and the suffering alien
Always cold-bloodied, always independent,
You have no homeland, know not of banishment.