LYRIC

Tuzka se dotkla papiru,
Co lezi pred divnym chlapem.
S nikym se nebavi.

Hadam, odkud prichazi,
Ze se tolik lisi,
A nevim,

O cem bude psat,
Vi jenom on.
Venku huste snezi
A tuzka na papire lezi.

Vsichni uz jdou domu,
Jenom on tu sedi.
Na co mysli?

Tak mu rikam, at uz zaplati,
A on, ze penize nema,
Ze se prave vratil z kosmu.
Na dukaz nakreslil
Lezatou osmu.

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