Banda Tupých Hláv [English translation]

If I were a Samuel, I'd write it with two 'L's

so it wouldn't be all the same.

Even when an original turn into a load of trash,

from Volga to an Espace, what the heck is this?!

We were unwanted, we had no value

and the great band was sent straight to hell.

It pissed us of and from each can,

we licked off all the cream and everyone stared.

In time, someone will figure out that we're just the same, dammit.

Sponsors flew in like hungry condors,

the band is just fine, saying goodbye to work,

signatures on body, on belly, on forehead,

luxurious hotels, breakfast in bed.

A compliment from people will get you going,

contacts to actors and famous artists.

Our value is rising, we don't want to go back,

until the bell tolls for us, we're still on a high horse.

In time, someone will figure out that we're just the same, dammit.

In time, someone will figure out that we're just the same, dammit.

Oooh, a group of dumbasses, I'll say with no worries,

well known radio stations put us on air,

and the speaker Adrian, is already pondering it,

and he's thinking stuff about us... and I'm sure he's right.

The sponsors left, conflicts came,

defects in the career, solo projects.

The band is on its last legs, enjoying doping,

what could it be like, to take a swig of passion?

Cash changed them, media took the lead,

they force you to change your style.

The radios will push us off the stage too,

we're playing this weak shit like idiots.

In time, someone will figure out that the cycle's just the same.

Oooh, a group of dumbasses, I'll say with no worries,

well known radio stations put us on air,

and the speaker Adrian, is already pondering it,

and he's thinking stuff about us... and I'm sure he's right.