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lirik lagu head mehed õppind riistad - tripperii

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haapsalu linna müüri taga
seitse litsi lasti maha

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

kõik nad seati pikuti
ja kärmelt surnuks nikuti

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa

vana vitt ja viisteist karva
sõitsid türa seljas narva

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

türa trampis trepist üles
puts oli karvupidi süles

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa

viskas vitu vanni likku
et saaks jälle värsket nikku

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

läbi hommikuse udu
paistab litsi maja rõdu

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa

rõdul reas on pudelid
justkui munni mudelid

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
rakvеre linna leivapoes
pеrsenuss on jälle moes

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa

vanad türad olid kokad
katlas keesid putsi mokad

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

vitud jooksid mööda katust
pidasid seal munni matust

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa
asi muutub imelikuks
tundub justkui keegi nikuks

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

juba üle poole tunni
tunnen perses võõrast munni

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
triperii~triperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa

kaarnad lendasid niikaua
kuni leidsid litsi haua

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

litsi haual polnud risti
ainult kuivand türa püsti

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa

türa peal oli selge kiri
siin on vooland selka veri

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

kaarna munn oli nutust nõger
puhkab puts mu parim sõber

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa

english

behind the walls of city haapsalu
seven b~tches were shot to death

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

they were all put laying down
and very quickly f~cked to death

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa

old c~nt and fifteen hairs
rode a d~ck to narva

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

d~ck stomped up the stairs
b00b was entangled in its hairs

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa

threw a c~nt in the bath
to get fresh f~ck again

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

through the morning fog
a b~tch’s house’s balcony is visible

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa

a line of bottles on the balcony
just like models of d~cks

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

in the breadstore of rakvere
~n~l s~x is in fashion again

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa

old d~cks were chefs
b00bs’ mouths boiled in the kettle

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

c~nts ran across the roof
held a funeral of a d~ck there

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa

this is getting weird
seems like someone is f~cking

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

already over a half an hour
i feel a unfamiliar d~ck in my ass

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
triperii~triperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa

sheaths flied until
they found the grave of a b~tch

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

there was no cross on her grave
only a dried c~ck standing

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa

on the c~ck was clear text:
“here’s has flown the blood of selka”

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

sheath’s d~ck was devastated
my bestfriend b00b is resting

hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa

hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa


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