Текст песни Влади feat. Густав - Глупо, но класс

- Great, let's sit down in a cafe there inside the hall, at the sideboard, where there are few people.
- Poda mala? Nomisti, stav bez gala domigs, ej, tu sazini, kapec poda te ir tik maza?
(Pot edge ?! What are you talking about? Strolling around, standing thoughtful, hey, are you sticking in, why is the pot here so small?)
- Che, kapets, you need to smack? Oh, frets, for understanding and other reasons.
- Povadi? Pasakums ir normals, sadirsts, viss loti saskar smilgas. Un vispar, kas man ’te palaidni vilka?
(What-what? The normal topic, everything is fucked up, everything is tied to everything. And anyway, what for the bastards did they drag me here?)
- Fork fell? Need another one? Yes, you can hands, I suppose.
- Ja, paliga! Jo galiga jau di ... Ja tinies palaga, jau zin ​​’...
(Yes, to the rescue! For it’s already a complete jo ... Who knows, he has already disappeared ...)
- Ah, Zina? Eh, an example. This body, the waitress did not lose time, ate fat.
- Salu iela? A ko tur darit tik agri? Ja, tante liela, riktigi, programmas nagla.
(Salu Street? Why is it so early to do there? Yes, the aunt is big, huge, the highlight of the program.)
- Yes, impudent, I answer. Winking at the sight of coins. Leave for tea? Apparently not. An unexpected score is worse than the Tatars. I would not drink this compote at all!
- Davai daram. Tikai man nav plana, ko ...
(Come on, mutim. Only I have no plan that ...)
- Are you a planokur? How big or shakur?
- A varbut stacija? Panemsim taksi, bla.
(Or maybe to the station? Take a taxi, bl ...)
- Here, actually so-so. Che, do you want to stay?

- Eu, var rekinu?
(Hey. Can I have an account?)
- Uh, pour it.
Da panem manu, ja?
(Yes, take mine, huh?)
- For understanding.
- Es atvainojos, var rekinu?
(I'm sorry, can I have an account?)
- double pour
- Da panem manu, ja?
(Yes, take mine, huh?)
- For understanding

- Mani te parklaja.
(Chet smeared me.)
- You yourself are bastard. You, rushing blue?
- Zin ’, ka ... Bet tev gan pa smagu. Aizej moz ’pagul?
(You know that ... No, it’s completely blocked you, go, we can, sleep?)
- Cross your sword? Drunk in the fray, do you want to get a fight?
- Oooo ... Pa traku. Un turklat, ej sukat, nav ko te man sut klat.
(Oooo ... A hard case. And anyway, go fuck, you don’t need to sew something to me here.)
- A joke? And then I look out of crap.
- Laizam, drosi, jo mes jau parak razeni te kozam, man jau sak palenam pazust moza.
(We dump it, it’s easy, because something we thump here too powerfully, consciousness is already beginning to disappear.)
“Maybe we will move soon?”
- Es ar ’pec horoskopa dvini. Bet tas ir garam.
(I, too, are twins in the horoscope. But now is not about that.)
- No cigars. This is rubbish, man. A cigar when such heat is not a gift.
- A te pat ara, kur dzeram teju pie parka, dzivo musu darga Vaira Vike-Freiberga.
(And, by the way, here outside, where we drank tea near the park, lives our dear Vaira Vike-Freiberga.)
- Saw a rapper? Probably, in Riga they are not crowded.

- Kasta, Kasta, ko tu tur par Gustavu?
(Casta, Casta, what are you talking about Gustav?)
“Gustav, Gustav, what are you talking about the caste?”
- Aj, da beidzi, ka tu man nesaprastu. No lupam lasi!
(Ah, stop it as if you don’t understand me. Read on the lips!)
- Stupid, but class!