Dzana, Dzana, Dzana, dzej
Usta jak postel, vecer si v nich usteliem.
Keby chladny vietor zavial, jazykom sa prikryjem.
Dzana, Dzana, Dzana, dzej
Dzana, Dzana, Dzana, dzej
Mozno mi niekto veri, uz som sa zobudil.
Milujem ju velmi, tu nehodi sa ziaden rym.
Dzana, Dzana, Dzana, dzej
Dzana, Dzana, Dzana, dzej
Submitted by OptimusPrime at Thu 14 Aug, 2003 9:51 pm
Author: ?
Composer: ?
Publisher: Škvrna Records
Published in: 1997
Language: Slovak
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