Marchelo "Šarada" lyrics

Translation to:enitru

Šarada

Da 'l to sanjam il' je stvarnoda 'l to sanjam il' je stvarnoda 'l to sanjam il' je stvarnotako lijepo

Dame i gospododobro nam došli na Šaradumali bal pod maskamabal k'o farsa sava baš to masama prija k'o raj

Svako glumi šta zaželiostali mu verujuvesele maske peru ćudderu blud, čiste prevaru

Šta se može, to se i hoćeizvol'te u ložeko pita za sutra, daj da se ločeneka se počne

Prvo zdravica bolesnihonda govor mutavihpuno zvanica poletnihpomenimo neke od njih

Doktor nauka se maskirao u taksistutako je doš'omada on zaista vozi taksijer ne mož' da nađe pos'o

Bogat se kune da nema svoj krovdok siromah viče turufeget glumi da samo želi drugadok suptilno češe bulju

Rulju animira pevačicaglumi da zna da pevai glumi da je devadok leva sisurina seva

Bankrot deli šakom i kapomalkos pije sok za šankomdok narkos sav drhti gadnok'o fol, jer je hladno

A ona tamo s naočarimašto se pravi pametnazna sve od latinskih citatapa do bračnih saveta

A zna vala i muža da varai svakog dana jaše komšijui komša je tunjih dvoje glume ljudešto se ne znaju

Političar priča o poštenjukurva klima glavomdok u uglu tamoneki lopovi hvale pravo

Lekar glumi da neće mitoa pop da mu je sve Hristosdok se pod mantilom igra kitomi merka s klinkom

Ref.Dva'est prvi vek je, već možemo svesvi braća i sestreglobalno sranje, što da nedva'est prvi vek je, tek počelo jemožeš biti sve što nisia tako gotivno je

Dva'est prvi vek je, već možemo svepa i da se vratimona grane među majmunei zato pruži rukusvi na šaradu, svi na skupsad je kul biti kul, biti gej

Mladi bogataš i njegova ženica, estradna zvezdicalutka od silikona sa facom konjadrolja i šonjaglume ljubav, to je sad fora

Njoj treba klonjada piša i da sredi šminkujer je bela k'o stolnjakdragi, sa mnom ide i bodigardvodim ga, škodi kad dama piški sama

Ustvari, sve je lozinkatelohranitelj joj hrani telodok plastici ne prođe rokkada šarada sazna, svi će glumiti šok

I TV-voditeljka što živi brzoa hrani se lakorazmatra metafiziku s nekom cepankom za šankomon kaže

Ne seri, jedi bržepa idemo mojom jahtomi sve je jasnoona zapravo jede brzo a živi lako

I baba što se slikala Plejbojprevaziđena k'o Gejmbojplače jer se sranjedesilo njoj smernoj

Svi imaju njen kućni videokoji se nikom nije ni svideona koji niko nije ni sikaonit' je koga briga za to

Al' ona cmizdricela šarada briše joj suzeneko joj privatnost uzeokrutnog li sveta, druže

Ma, nek ide životpa svako ima svoj fetišna kraju bolje seks i gradnego selo i peting

Klinke glume ženesise na izvol'te, i veseljemerkaju ih sede dedetripuju da se opet žene

Bagra plus vijagrasve se sklapa fino k'o tangrammentalitet agrarura, živela šarada

Ref.

Tad na šaradu stiže Sajkosa flajkom, s komandos-maskoms namerom kratkom i jasnomda napravi parastos

Jažem vam se svima s majkomšto me drkate do kasnood vas ne mož' da se spavae, sad će svima da ode glava

Jeb'o vas dva'est prvi vekjebala vas Evropapederluk i orgije su svešto ste vi shvatili od toga

Moderno doba vam jebemnemam, bre, pare 'leba da jedemradim od devet do deveta firma ode na tender

Ma, jebem li vam seme i plemevama li je do pića i pesmepošten narod spavavi mrsite muda sve u šesn'est

Zvao sam policijurekli da zapušim ušizvao sam još petn'est putarekli mi da pušim

Je l' to taj ustav, jebem vas u usta,jel' to demokratijasad ću to lepo skratim japobijem govna i gotova stvar

Masovno krvoprolićečim cirnem ovo piće, bićetreba imaš i ubiceako već u Evropu stižeš

Jebem vas u usta

Čovek sazdan od paranoja i znoja srećan jedok ulicom korača, sve postaje sećanjena masovno ubistvo malih ljudi, praznih ćudisvemoćni egzekutor se vraća kući

A s druge strane pragačeka ga njegova dragakrupna žena preke naravii tad pada maska

Omaleni čovek moli ženu da ga ne tučeobećava da više neće kasno van kućei da će ići na pijacu, redovno prati suđezalivati cveće u bašti, smešiti se tašti

Nema psihopate, cvili i ječireči i udarci, udarci i rečia reči su prazne, lupaju o zidovečovečuljak, pretučen, na podu čeka svitanje

Uz jecanje početak novog danagde čekaju nove maske i nova šarada

Charade

Am I dreaming or is it reallyam I dreaming or is it reallyam I dreaming or is it reallythat beautiful

Ladies and gentlemenwelcome to the cheradea small ball under the masksa ball that's all like farceand exactly that crowds enjoy like paradise

Everybody acts whatever they wishothers believe himmerry masks wash charactertear the lust, clean the treason

What can be done, will be donewelcome to the (theatre) boxwho cares about tomorrow, give us to drinklet it begin

First the toast of the sickthen speech of the mutesmany eagar guestslets mention some of them

A doctor of sciences disgused into a taxi driverthat's how he camealthough he really drives a taxibecause he can't find a job

A rich man swears he doesn't have his roofwhile poor man orders new round (of drink)A faggot pretends he just wants a friendwhile subtly scratching the ass

The mass has been entertained by a singerwho acts like she knows to singand pretends that she's a virginwhile the big left tit is swinging

Bankrupt (man) gives all he hasalkoholic drinks juice at barwhile junkie wholy shakes badlyapparently because it's cold

And the one there with glasseswho makes herself smartknows all from latin quotesto the marriage advices

And she also knows to cheat the husbandand every day she rides a neighbourand the neigbour is herethe two of them pretend to be peoplewho doesn't know each other

A politician talks about honestya whore nodswhile in the corner over theresome thieves praise the law

A doctor pretends like he doesn't want a bribeand priest that Christ is everything to himwhile under the mantle he plays with his dickand flirts with a girl

Ref.It's the twenty first century, we can already do everythingall brothers and sistersglobal shit, why notIt's the twenty first century, it has just begunyou can be everything you're notand it looks appealing

It's the twenty first century, we can already do everythingeven to go backon branches among monkeysso reach out your handeveryone (go) to charade, everyone (go) to the gatheringit's cool to be cool now, to be gay

A young rich man and his wifey,a little star from estradea silicone doll with a face like horsea slut and a wussthey pretend to be in love, that's now the thing

She needs a looto pee and fix make upbecause she's white as a tableclothdarling, the bodyguard goes with meI am taking him with me, it's not good when lady pees alone

Actually it's all a passwordthe bodyguard feeds her bodyuntil the plastic doesn't reach the expiration datewhen charade finds out, everyone will pretend to be shocked

And TV speaker that lives fastand eats lighttalks about metaphysics with onedumbass at barhe says

Stop shitting, eat fasterso we can go with my yachtand everything is clearshe's actually eating fast and living light (easy)

And granny that took pics for the Playboysurpassed like the Gameboycries because shithappened to her all humble

Everyone has her home videothat no one even likedto which no one didn't even jerknor anyone cares about it

Yet she's cryingwhole charade wipes her tearssomeone took her privacywhat a cruel world it is, friend

Let it beeveryone has his fetishat the end it's better to be sex and the citythen village and petting

Girls pretend to be womentits are put on the plates, and joygrey grandpas look at themtripping they're getting married again

Crowd plus viagraeverything matches nicely like tangrammentality is agrarhooray, long live the charade

Ref.

Then to charade arrives Sajkowith the bottle, commando maskwith intention short and clearto make a dirge

I'm riding all your motherswhoever jerks me till latea man can't sleep from youso now all will lose their heads

May the twenty first century fuck youmay the Europe fuck yougay and orgies are everythingwhat you saw in that

I fuck your modern timeI have not money to eat breadI work from nine to nineand company goes on sale

I fuck your kids and relativsbecause you feel like drinking and singinghonest people sleepsand you tangle balls like crazy

I called the policethey told me to shut my earsI called fifteen more timesthey told me to blow them

Is that the constitution, I fuck you in themouthis that democracynow I'm gonna cut all that nicelykill bastards and finish the thing

Mass bloodshed will happenthe moment I touch this drinkyou need to have killers tooif you're going to the Europe already

I fuck you in the mouth

A man built from paranoyas and sweat is happywhile walking down a street, all becomes a memoryon a mass murder of small people,empty charactersalmighty executor is coming back home

And from the other side of doorstephis darling is waiting for hima big woman with bad temperand then mask falls

A small man begs his wife not to beat himhe promises he won't go out of home late anymoreand that he'll go to the market, wash dishes regularlywater flowers in the garden, smile to the mother in law

There is no a psychopath, he's crying and whiningwords and beats, beats and wordsand words are empty, hitting the wallssmall man, beaten, waits the dawn on the floor

With a cry (starts) the beginning of a new daywhere new masks and new charade wait.

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