Siddharta "Plastika" Liedtext

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Samozvan mini bog polira geste vadi slog No spontan za humor a delno tog Nekaterim nekaterim proda nasvet za lep izgled Masterotip gleda te

A dela dih a dela gen za ples fatal A zgleda to kar delajo čista plastika

Zanimiv je zalet ko izpod krila vidi sled Zanimivo kako ga jebe led Nekatere nekatere Stoje smeje gladijo noge aristocrack jih podre

Prevara bi elito napolnila z afero Mi raje dame sanj zlate piccole amore Prevara bi eliti zaplavala v žrelo Zadeli bomo sami naše piccole amore

Kriv je um kriv je hrup Dolg je obračun Trden led je vedno bolj segret Krila vsa strgana Kriza žge pepel Maske so popadale na tla

Prevara bi elito napolnila z afero Mi raje dame sanj zlate piccole amore Prevara bi eliti zaplavala v žrelo Zadeli bomo sami naše piccole amore

Self-proclaimed mini god polishes his gestures, practices his style Spontaneous for humor, but somewhat rigid To some, to some - he sells advice for good looks has a stereotype, looks at you

Is he making breaths? Is he making genes for a fatal dance? Does what they are doing look completely plastic (fake)?

The momentum is interesting when he sees a trail below his wing Interesting how the ice gives him trouble Some, some - standing, laughing, polish their feet aristocrack blows them down.

The subterfuge would engulf the elite in an affair We prefer to give dreams to gold piccole amore The subterfuge would get in the elite's throat We will get our own piccole amore

The mind is guilty, the noise is guilty The confrontation is long The hard ice is becoming more and more warm The wings are all torn The crisis burns the ashes The masks have fallen to the floor

The subterfuge would engulf the elite in an affair We prefer to give dreams to gold piccole amore The subterfuge would get in the elite's throat We will get our own piccole amore