Politmoni Lyrics – Bolesna Braća
Singer: Bolesna Braća
Title: Politmoni
Miro ispočetka a, snimaš a?
A sada izvještaj iz sabora!
Cijenjeni kolega, smirite se
Doćete na red pa ćete onda pričat’
Da li sam zato označen gospodine politmone?
Zašto me ne volite, gospodine politmone?
Morris studio! Zašto mi to radite?
Dobrodošli u svjet čudnih politmonskih stvorenja
Što prate vas u stopu poput priviđenja
Što gledaju vas svako veče kad pališ tv
Ili smiju se iz novina kad sjedaš na wc
Lord gabor, i metabor a labaratorij zvan labor
Gdje vrše eksperimente na ljudima zvane nabor
Tamo stvaraju im bore dok psihički nisu gore
Opterećuju, muče i more, brigama do zore
Nose frakove, liče na rakove, imaju krakove
Imaju ružne frizure koje koriste kao znakove
Imaju ružna odijela i razne oblike tijela
Koje mijenjaju po potrebi, najčešće posle jela
Tada hrču i srču neku vinčinu u vrču
Jedu janjetinu mladu, onda tresu se u grču
To su politmonska bića, poznata im priča
Skupljaju se često oko gornografskog Rinča
Raznih politmona ima, poznati su svima
Kao Šeki, Rols Rojs, Pupav i Đukica slina
Ovo djelovi su sage, politmon je poput rage
Što baulja ulicama grada flekavog od vlage
To su spodobe nage, što znaju Meri od Čage
A u dvorac mogu ući samo osobe im drage
Tamo živi na visini ili spava u tišini
Prvo biće na bini, i posle loče u kantini
To je on!
Poli-Politmon, Politmon, to je on!
Poli-Politmon, to je on, Politmon!
Tata politmon!
Dajte šljemoglavom nogu u čmar
Kao nekad što ju je dobio Kninski zubar
Dobar su par, još uvek ratu tuki za dar
Av av za par, skupih Marlboro cigar
U međuvremenu šmrkalj je postao drkalj, pa grmalj
A sad ko’ odrasto’ čovjek on voli krmelj
Mali bradonja Džuka, ima oko pedeset kuka
Cvikeršajba, pijandura i šantavi Luka
Krava čita novine u carstvu hladovine
Dok musava, usrana djeca maltretiraju lovine
A u dvorcu na Pantovčaku živi sivi deda
Grof Bradula, nikad izvađen iz mandula
Sledbenik tustog vampira koji mu neda mira
U notornom kupleraju on pati od guzičnog čira
Po svijetu se šikica ko’ neka čudna ptica
Zna i tekvodno, jer on je politmon
Špit Đoka vještica imala je tustu vojsku
Ima jednu boljku, što glumi Šverko Radojku
Brabonjku! Molim vas ne gasite mikrofon
Mikrofon ne gasite! Ne gasite!
To je on, napuhani balon
Što popije prije zasjedanja špirita galon
Pa pustite lolu nek pije
Jer brada sretan nije, sav je crven
Pod prči i tetura drven
A gospođica dupe, hoće ćufte za mufte
U magarećoj klupi ona manikira nokte
Svoje prljave nokte (bljak)
Tipična politmonka!
Poli-Politmon, Politmon, to je on!
Poli-Politmon, to je on, Politmon!
Politmoni strašni muče penzionere
Žderu njihove živce kao bajadere
Nekad ljevi, nekad desni, svi su bjesni
Vrlo često odlaze gospođi ogresti
Trenutno je glavni od
I njegov kolega surogat
Možete ga prepoznat, jer je kosmat!
Kosmati politmon!
Poli-Politmon, Politmon, to je on!
Poli-Politmon, to je on, Politmon!
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Politmoni – English Translation
Miro from scratch a, are you filming?
And now a report from the Parliament!
Valued colleague, calm down
You come in order so you’ll talk ‘then
Is that why I was marked, Mr. Politmon?
Why don’t you love me, Mr. Politmon?
Morris studio! Why are you doing this to me?
Welcome to the world of strange polythmon creatures
What do you follow you in the rate like an apparition
What are you looking at you every night when you fire the TV
Or laughed out of newspapers when you sit on the toilet
Lord Gabor, and Metabor and Laborator called Labor
Where experiments on people called a nap
There they make them fight while mentally not above
Burden, torment and sea, worries until dawn
Carry fracks, they look like crabs, they have arms
Have ugly hairstyles they use as signs
Have ugly suits and various forms of body
Which change as needed, most often after meals
Then snorce and heart of some wine in the jug
Eating lamb young, then they shook in the spasm
These are polithmon beings, the familiar story
They are often collected around the gornographic rinc
Various polythmons have, they are known to all
As sheki, Rols Roys, Pudd and Djukica saliva
These parts are saga, politemon is like Rage
What a bowl of the streets of flecking from moisture
These are the napoons of the Naga, which knows the measure of the tea
And only people of their darling can come into the castle
He lives there at height or sleeping in silence
The first being on stage, and after loci in the canteen
That’s him!
Politemon, Politmon, that’s him!
Politmon, it’s him, Politmon!
Tata Politmon!
Give a tingling head in the black
Like used to be given by the Knin Dentist
Are a good couple, still a war for a gift
AV AV for a couple, expensive Marlboro cigar
In the meantime, sniff became jerk, so bush
And now who ‘grew up’ man he loves the card
The little bearded dwarf, there are about fifty hooks
Cvikhamšampa, drunk and shanter port
The cow reads a newspaper in the kingdom of the shade
While Musava, shitty kids harass a bungle
And in the castle on Pantovčak live a gray grandfather
Count Bradula, never taken out of Mandul
A follower of a tough vampire that mint of mira
In a notorious coupling he suffers from a piercing ulcer
The world is a shizzle who ‘some strange bird
Knows and tolered, because he is politemon
The dictionary of the witch witch had a tusty army
It has one bolk, what starring a smuggling
Brabonjku! Please don’t go off your mike
Microphone Don’t go out! Don’t go out!
It’s him, the inflated balloon
What does he drink before sitting the Spirit gallon
So let go lol some drink
Because chin happy is not, all is red
Under a friction and teture wooden
And Miss #ss, will mufta meatures
In a donkey bench she manicures nails
Your dirty nails (bljak)
Typical polythmon!
Politemon, Politmon, that’s him!
Politmon, it’s him, Politmon!
Polythmons terrible torture pensioners
To the fantasy of their nerves as Bajader
Once left, sometime right, they’re all raging
Very often leave Mrs. Ogresti
Is currently the main one of
And his colleague surrogate
You can recognize him, because it’s a cosmet!
Cosms politemon!
Politemon, Politmon, that’s him!
Politmon, it’s him, Politmon!
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Lyrics Bolesna Braća – Politmoni
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