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Zmelkoow
Kdo Se Je Bral?
Veni, See, Vadi Via
Look what the hell isn't that your director
fixes his reggicalze
and rubs his mouth in the mirrors from of silver
see the devil, what isn't the president himself
in a tight miniskirt in the middle of the circle
ples'e ballo del qua qua
watch out for the euphoria when the harmonica upic'i
one after home, everyone falls to the ground
see the devil's late happiness on their faces
everyone snorted from their ties and mysterious - oh
When the cameras and the lights go off
petitisoc' Hz is whistling in your eyes
I would rather cry to death
and wake up in heaven then you see a leaf on a tree
Welcome to the Mongoloid dance?
more' than us the merrier every Friday at Bebot's
New morning same face different soul and name
newly ironed tie and combed hair
nobody remembers anything don't give up
because we're a nice company, we're the cream of the world
When the cameras go off and the aromas
petitisoc' Hz whistles in your eyes
I'd rather he cried himself to death
and woke up in heaven then he heard a bastard on the radio.
Welcome to the mongoloid dance?
the more of us the merrier every Friday at bebot >