Pink - Here comes the Weekend - переклад і слова

Chorus Here comes, comes the weekend, Hear it calling like a siren, oh, oh, We don’t want no problems, We don’t like them, keep it moving. Here comes the weekend, Set off your sirens, oh, oh, I just wanna play, big city, holiday, So get out of my way If you know what’s better for you. I’m tearing up the night, Lipstick and leather tight, Not looking for a fight, no, oh, oh. High heels and cherry wine, Not wasting any time, We’re ticking like a bomb About to blow, oh, oh. Chorus Drink some pink champagne, I don’t know you yet, But we’ll forget so Fuck what they say. Let the rum flow until it rains, oh, oh, I’m tearing up the night, Lipstick and leather tight, Not looking for a fight, no, oh, oh. High heels and cherry wine, Not wasting any time, We’re ticking like a bomb About to blow, oh, oh. Chorus [Eminem:] Nothing high class in my glass Only bottles of pop, My bottles are popped, so when I pop up in the spot I’m probably not gonna be wantin’ to pop bubbly or Cîroc. I’m not Puffy but Imma run this city tonight, When I hit it, I might act like a frickin’ idiot: Diddy mixed with a medieval knight. Big city lights, little indignity, hot diggity, This Biggie is gettin’ me hype. I don’t get some liquor, I’ll hurt you, I’ll knock your dick in the dirt, bickerin’ worse Than that bitch in that Snickers commercial. A mixture of Stifler and Urkel, Hangin’ from the light fixture, I hope, you pricks, are insured for this building ‘Cause we’re tearin’ it down, security get out. The frickin’ way, Jesus, Chrysler Lebaron is loud, I swear the only thing I hear is the sound Of sirens goin’ “eeeeeh!” ‘cause.... Chorus