Đorđe Balašević "Sve je otislo u Honduras" lyrics

Sve je otislo u Honduras

Prate me još od rane mladostitipovi spremni na sve gadostisvim promenama odolevajuo, bato, bato, samo polevaju

Čuvam se raznih elemenataod maloletnih delikvenatabacila, matorih onanistao, bato, bato, nacionalista

Ref.Sad mi je pomalo dosta tog presingapolako momci, ja nemam vratod mesinga, o, dal' se iko javioda nije odmah gnjavio i davio

Hej, sve manje tipova ostaje poput nassve drugo odavno je otišlo u Hondurasmi trudimo se znanstvenoda propadnemo barem dostojanstveno

Prate me frajeri što govore 'R'oni su prgavi po pravilui pretežno se konfrontirajuo, bato, bato i oponiraju

Čuvam se devojaka razrokihpostoje za to dobri razlozinikada ne znam koga čekajuo, bato, bato, sa kim se Šmekaju

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Slede me lica koja govore 'L'oni su zločesti po praviluprilično lako maltretirajuo, bato, bato, eliminiraju

Čuvam se dvosmislenih vicevadebilnih pitanja i blicevapun mi je kufer neke bratijeo, bato, bato, i birokratije

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Nek' idu malo svi u Hondurasnek' idu svi u lepi Hondurasili nek' otidnu u Kaunasbolje u Honduras

Nek' idu malo svi u Hondurasi biće ovde više mesta za nasnek' idu malo svi u Hondurastamo ih čekaju banane

Nek' malo otidju u Hondurasnek' idu malo svi u Hondurasnek' idu svi u lepi Honduras

Everything’s gone to Honduras

Since my early youth I’ve been followed byThe types who are up for all kinds of nastiness.They resist all kind of changes,Oh, friend, and they keep adding to it.

I keep myself away from all kinds of elements,From the underage violators,Germs, old wankers,Oh, friend, and nationalists.

Chorus:Now I’ve had enough of this press,Slow down guys, my neck is not made of brass.Oh did anyone ever come and not bother and bore me straight away…Hey, there’s not many left like us,All the others have left for Honduras.We are scientifically trying toAt least fail gracefully.

I’m followed by dudes that pronounce “R”,They’re grumpy by nature,And they confront predominately,Oh, friend, and oppose.

I keep myself away from cross-eyed girls,I have very good reasons for it.I never know who they’re waiting for,Oh, friend, and who they’re flirting with.

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I’m followed by the faces that pronounce “L”,They’re evil by nature.They quite easily harass,Oh, friend, and eliminate.

I keep myself away from ambiguous jokes,Idiotic questions and flashes.I’m sick of brotherhood,Oh, friend, and bureaucracy.

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Let them all go a bit to Honduras,Let them all go to the beautiful Honduras,They can go to Kaunas…Better to Honduras.

Let them all go to Honduras,And there’ll be more space for us,Let them all go to Honduras,Over there they’ll have some bananas.

Chorus:Now I’ve had enough of this press,Slow down guys, my neck is not made of brass.Oh did anyone ever come and not bother and bore me straight away…Hey, there’s not many left like us,All the others have left for Honduras.We are scientifically trying toAt least fail gracefully.