Текст песни Джани Радари - Душа не симкарта

Once, one smart mister
With money, in short, the minister's son.
Popped in with two brutes in our pub.
He then drove up to our Maddie,
Put us in a bad light
And he kept calling her somewhere ...
He whispered to her: How do you like my plan?
Say YES and that's it!
Money burns my pocket
But in response he hears: Hello!
Hide your money, you're a stranger!
You cannot compare with children of excitement.
The plan is not profitable here ...
The soul is not a sim card!
The soul is not a sim card!

How to be? She touched him.
With this he did not know how to live calmly.
And then he decided to buy our pub.
He offered the hostess 2 prices,
He hinted to her that he was the king.
He said he didn't like our brother.
And then: How do you like my plan?
You give me a gang, I give you a check!
Money burns my pocket.
But in response he hears: NO!
Hide your money, you're bad!
You will not offend children of excitement!
The plan is not profitable here ...
The soul is not a sim card!
The soul is not a sim card!

And then he decided to prove to everyone
Which is also cool and endlessly reckless,
And he bought himself a bike with a bang!
And when my friend didn't fit in
And he was heading to the Ditch with a camet
The lady with the scythe decided: It's time!
And he told her: How do you like my plan?
You are my life, and I shine for you!
Money burns a pocket.
But in response he hears: Fool!
What's the money? You are wonderful!
Why did you compete with the children of excitement?
No plan fits here!
The soul is not a sim card!
The soul is not a sim card!
The soul is not a sim card!