Żaluzja Solonez - Bazuka

I have a sore throat and they ask me if I'm sick
old new job, foundation works and I'm sorry
Your sister comes over and asks me where the line is
your old lady comes over and loads the lamp doggy style

the old man throws the pavement and shouts "calm down Markus"
the old man hits my mother's cunt with a globe on the back of her neck
the old man plays seicento and I ask "what do you have in mind?"
the old man showed what he got; sores under the arm

78-200 is mentally a tracksuit
my mother's pants were wrinkled as if a dog had puked them up
mother doesn't have shoelaces, we need a safety pin
my mother has paralysis of her left arm, and there are wardrobe hinges in her elbow

let's dye our mother's head, give me some tissue paper, whore
your mother is a loser, let her give her money back
there will be dinner, we will eat sausages from the kettle
your mother is 3/4 combat pants for the wedding


I'm already far away, the whores are standing and I'm dancing
these are the only good guys
my mother polishes my flat cap
your old scythe pate (x2)


the old guy from teletext is doing a lot of no-stress
your mother, a business woman, was teasing my president
your mother takes a puff of beer(?) says "I smoke spliffa"
mother was drunkenly sitting on that radiator grate

old man shoots with caps nickname "rambo"
your mother takes off her shoes in the countryside, it's a fucking septic tank
I give your mother cheese and say "the plane is flying"
I'm fucking your mother with feces and garbage juice

I'm tugging on the stage by the sleeves, I'll always be the fucking king
the old man jumps into the paddling pool not with a bomb, but with a dive
your old man is blowing your mother's neck, please
your mother is last, so I'm sorry

your whore is sitting with you thinking about my flute
your mother is watching "With Fire and Sword" on tape
the old man punches his mother and calls her putabeju
your old man is watching "Karate Kid" on blue-ray

your mother wants to do the washing, she says "sw cage"
the old man goes to the swimming pool and has GPS in his flip-flops
your old man wears "grand turismo" trousers
your mother will lose her mind for two days

in the gangplank, I'm going gangus(?) on these whores
your mother, such a scoundrel(?), gave me Umbrelle
When I listen to you, I feel like shit, I'm not leaving my throne today
your mother smokes the mighty representative of Babylon

your mother is spinning bars near the wardrobe in the hall
your old gothic guy "show me your stuff"
they say "take off your mask"; I'm cleaning the scene here
they respect you for your character, not for what you look like

the mother is glowing again and comes in with a fat pumpkin
your old man wears "antonio de gusto" flip-flops
your old "balantajs" pants, every loser is hiding
your old man is drunk and hits the ditch with his rexon

I'm throwing utanefwbit (?) and the tomb is spinning farts
your old man is strangling your mother with a brurob(?) in the bathroom
your old man is a dirty bastard disguised as a bum
I grab my mother's jacket and she hits my knees on her ribs

I enter Endro(?) and South Gate concrete flies in
your old man looks like a skeleton demon after drinking
only tibia in my head I ate the whole bit here
your old man puts on a "helmet of the deep" in the bathtub


I'm already far away, the whores are standing and I'm dancing
these are the only good guys
my mother polishes my flat cap
your old scythe pate (x2)