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Každý slovák predsa vie, že sa robiť musí, zohnal som si brigádu, ale sa mi hnusí.
U pobožnej rodinky, strávim dve, tri hodinky, vykopem im kanál, septik, starý pán je epileptik.
Na slnku je mizerne , mám už sny o cisterne, plnej piva chladného pre hrobára vadného.
Reku, že ich poprosím, že už to nevydržím ak sa pivom neovlažím.
Oni pivo nemali, pohár vody mi dali, reku, nie som kvet - zabijem vás hneď.
A už je po srande, pán leži na verande, motyka mu z hlavy trčí a v smrteľnom kŕči chrčí.
Stará pani teraz vy, od šporáka do truhly, raz to prísť muselo, hlavne, že je veselo.
Krompáč pľúca prepichol, do zeme ju zapichol, na manžela napichol.
Už tam ležia dvaja, sypem na ních zem, nakoniec to je celkom pekný deň.
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ENG: Part time job.
Every Slovak knows that hard work pays off. I've secured myself a part time job but I don't like it. I'll spend 2 hours at a religious family digging a sewer and septic, the old man is epileptic.
The heat is killing me, I'm dreaming of a cistern full of beer for a mentally charged grave digger. I'll ask them if they have any beer. cause I can't stand it anymore.
They didn't have beer and gave me water instead - I'm like I'm no flower - I'll kill you all. And there the fun ends, the old man lies on the porch with a hoe in his head and he's wheezing in his last deadly spasm. Old lady, now you, from the stove to the grave. It had to happen once so let's make it fun. A pickaxe penetrated her lungs, stuck her in the ground and pierced her dead husband.
Now there lie two bodies, I'm covering them up with dirt, this was a good day after all.
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