Šalina

Stop stop stop stop! Not this, lads, not this. Nobody is interested in this kind of music anymore. We need something modern, fresh, banging, something that has a sense in it and mainly so that the modern youth would understand it! So let's do it again from the beginning, aaaaand... Action!

You don't need to get your car out in the cold winter morning, dude.

You can go to work by tram.

Bro, the tram is always super cool,

You can meet a hell lot of good people there, dude.

In the tram there is a mum,

In the tram she is alone,

With bags and groceries,

From there to here.

The hobo shits himself there,

He is a veteran and widower

And his pants are down

From the very Kralovo Pole!1

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In the tram there is a mum,

Her armpits are sweaty,

Her skirt is lifted,

Her fingers are in her "badger den".

One guy watches her,

He eats a pickled sausage

And touches his balls

With messy onion-covered hands.

In the tram there is a mum,

She has poppy seeds between teeth,

Her "badger den"

Freaks the ticket inspector out.

In the tram there is a woman with kid,

She feeds him with her large tit,

She asks him – my little gnome,

Would you rather eat some pâté? (Or eggs?)

Tsrr2 tsrr tram, tram tram

Tsrr tsrr tram!

Tsrr tsrr tram, tram tram

Tsrr tsrr motherfucker, tsrr tsrr! (x2)

In the tram there is a dad,

He has hairy balls,

He wears boots

Fucked up in dirt.

A woman stands near him,

She has wide shoulders,

Lipstick and tank top,

And a dick peeking out of pants.

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In the tram there is a dad,

Right now he is left without data

And so he stupidly

Is trying to catch Wi-Fi.

In the tram there are two students,

They look like assholes,

At the front near a driver

They show to each other... THE DICKS!

Tsrr tsrr tram, tram tram

Tsrr tsrr tram!

Tsrr tsrr tram, tram tram

Tsrr tsrr motherfucker, tsrr tsrr! (x2)