Pitala si me [English translation]

You asked me why your name

I never squeeze into rhymes

Why don't I ever decorate it with beautiful metaphors

So you can brag to your colleagues at work?

There is no way, there is no money

That you'll ever become the part of my repertoire

So that anyone who wants can sing your name

That anyone, just like that, impromptu, can fill the silence

I think I would break the guitar

If I heard you being whistled on the urinal

If one day you looked at me humiliated

From the corner of a shop where everything is 50% off

This song about you, who means the world to me

This attempt to say the unspeakable

It will never be on some CD

Have a title, price and bar code

Should the radio host with the high-pitched voice

search for dog owners over our anthem?

Should he giggle, like, it's a good joke

To insert a jingle into every fucking single?

Nothing is sacred,

Everything is gross and net,

Everything is entertainment...

All that matters is that something plays for thirsty ears,

To not bother anyone while they wash or cook,

To shorten those eight hours for the people,

And to fit nicely between two advertisements...

This song about you, who means the world to me

This attempt to say the unspeakable

It will never be on some CD

Have a title, price and bar code

You asked me why your name

I never squeeze into rhymes

Why don't I ever decorate it with beautiful metaphors

So you can brag to your colleagues at work?

• Artist:Hladno Pivo