Bolesna braća - Patriša
(Baby Dooks) Upozno sam je jednog ljeta u kafiću na moru, skupa smo pijani od vina dočekali zoru.
U zoru smo se goli kupali u moru, sušio sam njene gaćice obješene na boru.
Bila je lijepa sa velikim oblinama, a ja sam svakog dana vodio borbu sa svojim slinama.
Imala je gaćice na špagu, ko sad se sjećam, tražila me da joj vjernost zauvijek obećam.
Čudno mi je bilo što njeni prijatelji za koje kaže da su joj ko braća spavaju sa njom bez gaća, al ni sanjo nisam da je posrijedi la fukaracha, tako da sam je sexao bez kurtača.
Cicala me živog, bila je pljeskavica, ja sam bio prilog, brisala je usta lica milog.
Rekla je da studira vani i zove se Patriša, a tata da joj je neki cijenjeni diša... REFREN x 2
Patriša tra la la la la Patriša, ona zvala se Patriša tra la la la la... Patriša... (Bizzo) Ispričat ću vam priču kad upozno sam Patrišu...
Nikad nisam upoznao mirniju i tišu, fino odgojena, sređena i lijepo skrojena, guzica zaobljena taman za mene stvorena.
Prekrasne okice, mozak poput male kokice, nožice, noktići, sandalice i šljokice.
Rekla je da zna mog brata Dooksa i da su super, al nije rekla da ju je mazao ko na šnitu kruha puter.
Uparkiro sam čunu u lovu na tunu, bez gume na harpunu vjerovo sapunu.
Riješio zadatak, hodo sam ko Pajo Patak, rekla mi je baš si sladak, susret nam je bio kratak.Bolesna braća - Patriša - http://motolyrics.com/bolesna-braca/patrisa-lyrics-english-translation.html
Počeli su svrabovi, prokleti gadovi što bacaju smeće, infekcija su puni žalovi.
Ambulanta, ordinacija, elaboracija, doktor zove na ulaz i kaže Bizzo sorry buraz.
Imaš trišu ko triper, zatilto sam ko fliper, nju guzio je svaki skiper, ispo sam gelipter.
Ko klinci u vrtiću što rišu čiča glišu, ja naivno sam vjerovo Patrišinom slatkišu.
Ko šaran u fišu ljut jer spušio sam trišu i sjebo svoga pišu, sad pišam kiselu kišu, pa pijem loze lišu, pričam priču bijelom mišu i proklinjem taj dan kad upozno sam Patrišu... REFREN x 2
Patriša tra la la la la Patriša, ona zvala se Patriša tra la la la... Patriša... Što učinila si ti od života mog, od života mog, od života mog...
Opaaaaa, ne pala pred mene triper prenijela...
Opaaaaa, oj Patriša delem lele bitanga... bitangooooooo...
Medić od sex sedamdeset meda živina, sada svrbi, jako peče mene majmuna...
Patriša, Patriša, Patriša, Patriša...
( jaooo pa to je trišaaa )
Patriša, Patriša, Patriša, Patriša...
( jaooo pa to je trišaaa )
Bolesna braća - Patricia (English translation)
(Baby Dooks)
I met her one day in a bar at the seaside, we got drunk of wine and waited for the sun to rise
In the dawn we swam naked in the sea, I hanged her panties on the pine tree
She was beautiful and had big curves, everyday I fought with my saliva
She had string panties, I remember so well, she asked me to promise her eternal fidelity
It was weird that her friends who she called "brotherlike" slept with her without panties, but I didn't even think that she was a whore so I fucked her without a condom
She sucked on me, she was the burger and I was the side dish, she wiped the mouth on that lovely face
She said she was studying abroad and her name was Patricia, and her father was some esteemed manager
CHORUS 2x
Patricia tra la la la la Patricia, her name was Patricia tra la la la la Patricia...
(Bizzo)
I'm gonna tell you a story about meeting Patricia
I have never met someone so calm and quiet, well educated, dressed up and well built, round ass like it was made just for me
Beautiful eyes, bird-brained, nice legs, nails, sandals and glitter
She said she knew my brother Dooks and that they got on well, but she didn't say he had ridden her like a horse
I hit her tuna with my harpoon, I trusted the soap so I didn't use the rubber
I completed my mission, walked like Donald Duck, she called me cute, our meeting didn't last long
It started to itch, damn junk-throwing bastards, strands are full of infectionsBolesna braća - Patriša - http://motolyrics.com/bolesna-braca/patrisa-lyrics-english-translation.html
Infirmary, ordination, elaboration, doctor called me to enter and said:
"Bizzo, sorry, bro
You have clap, the gonorrhea" I went crazy, every skipper fucked her ass and I turned out a dumbass
I was naive like kids in kindergarten and I trusted Patricia's sweet pie
Like a fish in a fish-stew, angry because I got the clap and fucked up my dick, now I'm pissing the acid rain, telling the story to the white mouse and cursing the day I met Patricia
CHORUS 2x
Patricia tra la la la la Patricia, her name was Patricia tra la la la la Patricia...
What did you do to my life, to my life, to my life
Woooohoooo, you gave me the clap
Oooooohhhhh, Patricia, you rascal, you're a rascal
Because of that sex we had, now it's itching and hurting my stupid ass so much
Patricia, Patricia, Patricia, Patricia,
(Oh, fuck, it's the clap)
Patricia, Patricia, Patricia, Patricia,
(Oh, fuck, it's the clap)