Paraziții - Fără resentimente Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

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No hard feelings

[Verse 1: Cheloo]
This is a horror song, please bring your kids inside
'Cause we’ll fuck your mom and don’t know what will arise
Nothing’s for sure, that’s why I don’t give a shit about forecasts
And I can see the world from the perspective of a lampstand
If I want, I’ll break a window and take a Mercedes-Benz
And you can grab my dick so you can call “handball” again
Nothing’s changed, I’m still the same serious man
Getting ready to have kids just to mop the floors I stain
You’d have to slap me to awaken my pity
You’ve got a ball and chain, sweetheart, drag it through the city
From your mom to Paris, with a layover in Manila
I come back high and cheerful, completing the trip, gorilla
Who the fuck needs bread and salt anymore
When we’re smoking weed, hidden behind our sunglasses galore?
I feel like a millionaire with a hundred in my pocket
If reality’s harsh, I’ll throw it on the grill and rock it
Friends, give a sign of life if you’re still alive
Let’s drink, 'cause I’ll grab the money from your chest if you die!
 

[Chorus: Ombladon]
We have the power to forget what we did yesterday
No hard feelings, we spent our money on beer again
We get wasted, we go wild, and tomorrow we forget
There’s little hope for us to rehabilitate yet
We have the power to forget what we did yesterday
No hard feelings, we spent our money on beer again
We get wasted, we go wild, and tomorrow we forget
There’s little hope for us to rehabilitate yet
 

[Verse 2: Ombladon]
I drank my rent money at the brewery again
To prove once more there’s nothing left inside my head
Life’s a bitch, I know it well
I’m looking for true love but only find hookers, and that works as well
I’m a consumer, a payer, a lover of buds
Seen through the eyes of a drug dealer (Hey!)
We ask for an encore of cannabis with optimism
We want the promised paradise we dreamed of post-communism (Man)
Pass the weed, the hash, loosen your grip
'Cause smoking only seriously harms your own health!
We’re fans of Amsterdam, gram by gram
We burn through weed worse than soldiers in Vietnam
We’re beasts in this concrete jungle
We don’t hang in trees, but we’ll rob you at a red light hustle
Indeed, endlessly, I smashed your face, and now
You have a boo-boo, suck my dick!
 

[Chorus: Ombladon]
We have the power to forget what we did yesterday
No hard feelings, we spent our money on beer again
We get wasted, we go wild, and tomorrow we forget
There’s little hope for us to rehabilitate yet
We have the power to forget what we did yesterday
No hard feelings, we spent our money on beer again
We get wasted, we go wild, and tomorrow we forget
There’s little hope for us to rehabilitate yet
 

[Outro: Cheloo & Ombladon]
Dead drunk, I piss in your elevator
No balance
Fuck my own hand
Dead drunk, with bloodshot eyes
With the gangsters
I don’t give a fuck
Dead drunk, I piss in your elevator
No balance
Fuck my own hand
Dead drunk, with bloodshot eyes
With the gangsters
I don’t give a fuck
 




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