Siddharta "Plastika" paroles

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