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Otec
Korben Dallas Lyrics


Chcel by som byť lepší otec
Skorej chodiť, viac ťa obliecť
Do suchých nohavíc.
Zaslúžia si naše mamy,
Lepších synov než sme sami.
Kto už nás, vychová.
Túžiš po viac pozornosti,
Po záujme o drobnosti.
Len zopár slov, z mojich úst.
Aby som vždy presne vedel,
Kto ským spáva, kto kde sedel
A čo s tým urobím.
Chcem tisíc očí, dvanásť rúk
čo ťažko drú a betónovú tvár.
Chcem na teba nezabudnúť
Sa neuhnúť, ja viem že sa to dá.
Chcem tisíc očí, dvanásť rúk
čo ťažko drú a betónovú tvár.
Chcem na teba nezabudnúť
A byť lepší a lepší, vždy dalo by sa lepšie.
Chcel by som to robiť správne,
Ale asi celkom márne
Čakám kým sa polepším.
Zatiaľ žmúrim, slepo strielam
Veci ničím, ludí zdieram,
Ani sám sa nešetrím.
Chcem tisíc očí, dvanásť rúk
čo ťažko drú a betónovú tvár.
Chcem na teba nezabudnúť
Sa neuhnúť, ja viem že sa to dá.
Chcem tisíc očí, dvanásť rúk
čo ťažko drú a betónovú tvár.
Chcem na teba nezabudnúť
A byť lepší a lepší, vždy dalo by sa lepšie.
Chcel by som byť lepší otec
Skorej chodiť, viac ťa obliecť
Do suchých nohavíc.
Zaslúžia si naše mamy,
Lepších synov než sme sami.
Kto už nás, vychová.
END

Writer(s): lukas fila, juraj benetin

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mysteriouus

He's singing (and I apologize for a speed-translation, but hope it helps! Believe me, in Slovak it sounds amazing :) :

I'd like to be a better father,
come home earlier,
dress you more
into dry throusers.

Our mothers deserve
better sons than we are,
anyone else to raise us?

You wish for more attention,
for my interest into the litte things,
for only a few words
from my mouth...

For me to always know better,
who is sleeping next to who,
where's everyones place to sit
and what i will do with that.

I wanna have a thousand eyes,
have twelve hands,
which work, oh, so hard
and a face from beton.
I want to not forget about you,
to not slip away,
I know it is possible.
I wanna have a thousand eyes,
have twelve hands,
which work, oh, so hard
and a face from beton.
I want to not forget about you
and become better and better,
it always can be better.

I would like to do it right,
but I guess, almost in vain,
I'm waiting
until I improve.

Until then i nictate, blindly firing,
demolishing things, soaking people,
not stopping even from myself.

2x
I wanna have a thousand eyes,
have twelve hands,
which work, oh, so hard
and a face from beton.
I want to not forget about you,
to not slip away,
I know it is possible.
I wanna have a thousand eyes,
have twelve hands,
which work, oh, so hard
and a face from beton.
I want to not forget about you
and become better and better,
it always can be better.

I'd like to be a better father,
come home earlier,
dress you more
into dry throusers.

Our mothers deserve
better sons than we are,
anyone else to raise us?



Matus Simka

He's singing (and I apologize for a speed-translation, but hope it helps! Believe me, in Slovak it sounds amazing :) :

I'd like to be a better father,
come home earlier,
dress you more
into dry throusers.

Our mothers deserve
better sons than we are,
anyone else to raise us?

You wish for more attention,
for my interest into the litte things,
for only a few words
from my mouth...

For me to always know better,
who is sleeping next to who,
where's everyones place to sit
and what i will do with that.

I wanna have a thousand eyes,
have twelve hands,
which work, oh, so hard
and a face from beton.
I want to not forget about you,
to not slip away,
I know it is possible.
I wanna have a thousand eyes,
have twelve hands,
which work, oh, so hard
and a face from beton.
I want to not forget about you
and become better and better,
it always can be better.

I would like to do it right,
but I guess, almost in vain,
I'm waiting
until I improve.

Until then i nictate, blindly firing,
demolishing things, soaking people,
not stopping even from myself.

2x
I wanna have a thousand eyes,
have twelve hands,
which work, oh, so hard
and a face from beton.
I want to not forget about you,
to not slip away,
I know it is possible.
I wanna have a thousand eyes,
have twelve hands,
which work, oh, so hard
and a face from beton.
I want to not forget about you
and become better and better,
it always can be better.

I'd like to be a better father,
come home earlier,
dress you more
into dry throusers.

Our mothers deserve
better sons than we are,
anyone else to raise us? ;-)



All comments from YouTube:

Peters0n Th0lt

Uveril som tomu, krásne. Každopádne asi tým najsilnejším elementom, ktorý ma presvedčil v zmysle tejto piesne, je spevákov hlas. Jak otec. :)

Dr. Exitus

Kapela, ktora robi neprvoplanovu hudbu, neprvoplanove texty, ma co povedat kazdej generacii... Oslovili ma ... A to som brutalne narocny na kvalitu

Slafo

som veľmi prekvapený, potešený, nadšený a hrdý že takáto muzika pochádza zo Slovenska, škoda že to nepočuť v naších rádiách.Úžasné....

S NjU

kde desmod konci, korben zacina....

Hugo Repáň

Samozrejme, že púštajú. Len netreba počúvať komerčné primitívne rádiá (menovať ich nemusím).

Zdeno Korman

Extra kvalita. Dôkaz, že aj slovenskí hudobníci vedia robiť kvalitnú hudbu s hĺbkou a obsahom.

DJ with Big penys Music

Lepší než naše české hovna :D

Miriam D

Ta piosenka jest świetna! Słucham jej w kółko. Zagracie kiedyś w Polsce?

Lula Snackillovie

absolútne najviac dokonalá a prepracovaná, zároveň aj jednoduchá a neskutočne ukľudňujúca vec...

Ivan Hanko

nemôžem sa tejto piesne nabažiť. rozhodne najlepšia slovenská skladba v ostatnom čase. ďakujem, dúfam že takých bude čo najskôr čo najviac.

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