Pitala si me...
Hladno Pivo
You asked me...
You asked me why your name
I never weave through rhymes
Why I never adorn it with lovely metaphors
So you can boast to your work colleagues
No chance, no amount of money
Will ever make you part of my repertoire
So your name can be sung by anyone
Filling every silence quickly
I think I'd smash the guitar
If I heard you being fucked in the restroom
If one day you look at me humiliated
From the corner of the store where everything is half off
This song about you, who are everything to me
This attempt to say the unspeakable
Will never be found on a CD
With a title, price, and barcode
Should a radio host with a loud voice
Ask for dog owners over our anthem
To chuckle, and say it's a good bunny
Insert your jingle into every damn single
Nothing is sacred,
Everything is gross and net,
Everything is entertainment.
As long as something plays for thirsty ears
Not bothering anyone while they wash or cook
To shorten the eight hours for the people
And nicely fit between two commercials
This song about you, who are everything to me
This attempt to say the unspeakable
Will never be found on a CD
With a title, price, and barcode
You asked me why your name
I never weave through rhymes
Why I never adorn it with lovely metaphors
So you can boast to your work colleagues
