Running with g�zolaj

By UOW’n’S(=UnderstandOutWe'n'sky=�rtElMiS�gi)

 It was a lovely day,

And the sun shined lovely.

I sited on the beach with you,

And I thinked: „I buy a little present for you.”

Only a little lovely present:

A litre of g�zolaj!

I stoled a little zs�rpap�r,

And packed the g�zolaj,

I knited a little masni on it;

It looked like a shit!

A big pack of shit.

But it wasn’t a pack of shit,

A big pack of shit;

It was only a lovely present,

A litre of g�zolaj!

I got in my trabant,

I drunk a beer,

And I didn’t feel any fear,

I safe my machinegun,

And I drove my Trabant;

Into a tree, of course.

And because my trabant is downbanging,

And the g�zolaj will upbanging,

I musted run, trun, run!

Wasn’t it fun?

I running with g�zolaj!

I running with g�zolaj,

What looked like a shit,

But only a little bit,

A little m�zsa shit,,

So it was so faun,

Like the psychokillers,

When I running with g�zolaj!

I ran a so long maraton,

Like v�c�sn�ni a vonaton,

It wasn’t so monoton,

So, I rided on motoron.

With a packet of g�zolaj.

And the g�zolaj is l�nging,

My bar�tn� did fucking,

So, I was angry,

And I drunk the full packet of g�zolaj!

I running with g�zolaj,

What looked like a shit,

But only a little bit,

A little m�zsa shit,,

So it was so funny,

Like the psychokillers,

When I running with g�zolaj!

I running with g�zolaj,

What looked like a shit,

But only a little bit,

A little m�zsa shit,,

So it was so funny,

Like the psychokillers,

When I running with g�zolaj!