Jednou nás to zabije [English translation]

Poor or that rich

kutil and our jerk

peasant from Alma Ata

you get drunk sometimes too

I know, it's bad. How do you feel?

Well, people, no fame

It will kill us one day

It's kicking for the time

Hey, the young from Laos

next to that bananas

beyond that coconut

what may you drink after morning?

I know, is it so bad? How do you feel?

Well, people, no fame

It will kill us one day

It's kicking for the time

I'll invite you for the drink

you brothers from India

or from Irac

in falcon room it will be washed down

• Artist:Kabát
• Album:Dole v dole