Tarifs Lyrics – Karlo The
Singer: Karlo The
Title: Tarifs
Cilvēki mīl ziedus
Kā vāzē plaukst uz zeļ tas, bet
Viņi pat ne-ne-neskatās kā nomīda neļķes (nē, nē, nē)
Savādi zils ekrāns, domīgas peļķes
Stīvi mainās kājas, ļodzīgs beņķis
Mūzikas īsti nav, bet, vismaz, nočīkst eņģes
Šķiet par maz kopīgu kreņķu
Puse mutes kustību ir dzērienā
Vismaz labi, ka nav Svētdiena
Otra puse par un ap to
Ka, laikam jāpaņem vēl vienu
Un es neprasu dziļas prātulas par esību
Vai hot takes par Cornel West
Bet man paliek grūti Tevi apsveikt
Ar vēl vienu negatīvu covid testu
Vakars tikko sācies, bet jau svīst rokas
Kā var turēt latiņu, ja tā krīt nost?
Cīnīties ar Tevi ir kā slikts joks…
Tur nav panču
Un nav garšas
Vai tev maz kas rūp, huh?
Glābiet zamšus
Varbūt tas ir ļauni un bez skata uz nākotni
Nevaig jau, nu, katru jaunu kaktu likt rāmjos
Varbūt tā nav raža, kaut kā trāpīju tārpos
(A) kas, man puvušus ābolus sarkanus krāsot?
Man viņus sarkanus krāsot?
Apzeltīt caurumus, sašķirot pāros?
Kamēr ābeles blakus man stāvot bļauj:
“Kur ir izklaides? Es esmu glaunajos svārkos”
Lietus trūkums aizpilda klusumu
Bet rīkle žūst Kauli lūzt
Lūdzu, padomā par uzturu
Muskulim patīk, ja to kustina
Un rakstiem patīk, ja tos lasa
Balta lapa ir sliktāk kā nekas, jo tā
Pārstrādāta kļūst par pelēko masu
Origami slazds – ķipa uz papīra viss labi
Spožākā spuldzīte, baigais n#z#s
Un ar visiem satusē. Jā, slavas vārdi katrā lappusē
Un grādi tādi, ka citus apsēdina
Bet no tā visa praksē nav ne miņas
Un zini, jā, zini kā?
Ir diezgan f#ckin garlaicīgi, tad, kad esam divatā
Pat stulbi
Vai mani nesaprot kā murāli par Skulmi?
Vai arī Tu esi matadors un es esmu daltoniķis bullis?
Patīkami kā krampis ikros
Sarunas beigas Viens rakstnieks beigu titros
Ir jāņem lāpsta, lai te līmenis kristos
Dībeļi netur, skrūves ir izkoptas
Un tie, kas skrūvēja ir žūpas bez izdomas, bet lai jau izdodas
Stundas iet un, zini, es biš pis to
Njaaaaaah
Es biš pis to
Izdeg ogles un tās nerodas no jauna
Naftas atradnes kļūst lēnām sausas
Limitēti resursi , limitētas baudas
Un man ir bail, ka
Šīs smiltis vairs nevar savākt kopā
Bet te, nu, esmu nonācis
Jēlām rokām, meklējot kā
TE NAV!!!
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Tarifs – English Translation
People love flowers
As the vase thrives on the zel, but
They don’t even-not-not look like a lease of carnations (no, no, no)
Strangely blue screen, thoughtful puddles
Steve-changing legs, wobbly bicycle
Music really is not, but, at least, ace hinge
It seems like little common
Party mouth movement is in a drink
Least good that there is no Sunday
The other side of and around it
That, time should take another one
And I don’t ask deep minds about the existence
Do Hot Takes for Cornel West
But I remain hard to congratulate you
With another negative Covid test
The evening just started, but already sweating hands
How can the bar can be held if it falls off?
Fighting you is like a bad joke …
There’s no punch
And not taste
Do you have a little thing about, Huh?
Save the shuffles
Maybe it’s evil and without viewing the future
Are not already, either, every new caked put in frames
Maybe it’s not harvest, somehow hit the worshes
(A) What would I rot the apples red paint?
I put them red paint?
Gilding holes, sorting in pairs?
While the apple next to me standing with:
“Where is the entertainment? I’m in the Glaunu Skirt”
Lack of rain fills silence
But the throat dries bones breath
Please think about nutrition
Muscle likes when moving it
And the articles like if reading them
White page is worse than nothing because it
Recycled becomes gray mass
Origami trap – Cuga on the paper all right
The brightest bulb, the Baiga Knife
And with all satuses. Yes, fame words on each page
And degrees such that others sit down
But there is no miņa in practice
And know yes, know how?
Are pretty f#ckin boring, when we are in two
Even stupid
Do not understand me as a murt about the sculs?
Or are you Matador and I’m a daltonic bull?
Pleasantly like a cramp in ll
The end of the conversation one writer in the end titres
Have to take a spade to te level in Christ
Dowels do not hold, screws are cultivated
And those who screw are soothed without imagination, but let already succeed
Hours go and know I bish pis it
Niaaaaaaa
I’ll Bee Pis it
Burns coal and they don’t come over again
Oil findings become slowly dry
Limited Resources, Limited pleasure
And I’m afraid that
These sand can no longer collect together
But here, Well, I’ve come
Raw hands by searching as
There’s not !!!
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Lyrics Karlo The – Tarifs
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