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Music: Brainstorm, Gustavs Butelis, Aleksandr Volk
Lyrics: Renārs Kaupers
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Latvian
Tas ir kults, svētdienās viņam jābūt ir uz gultas
Ir uz gultas, klēpī alus, divas pultis
Viņš ir kā Moncā
Tas tak nav zelts, tā nav pat bronza

Likmes liek, liek un saka: “Zini, vells, lai jau tiek
Lai jau tiek arī tiem, kas atpaliek”
Viņš ir kā Moncā
Tas tak nav zelts, tā nav pat bronza

Tas tak nav zelts, tā nav pat bronza
Tas tak nav zelts, tā nav pat bronza

Nodreb ziedlapiņas tūlīt starts
Un motori jau rēc
Puisēns redz, kā sporta ziņās
Nepacietīgs pūlis brēc

Un rokām plātās baigi, hey
Katrs zin’ kā labāk vaj’g, hey
Jo katrs zin’ kā labāk vaj’g, hey
Tač, katrs zin’ kā labāk vaj’g, hey

Tīrais flirts, tīrais flirts, dārgas drēbes, augums tvirts
Acis saprot it kā visu, bet ne sirds
Viņa ir Moncā
Tas tak nav zelts, tā nav pat bronza

Smalkā mis’, viņa zin’, pirmā vieta tas ir viss
Tas ir viss atliek saukt tik uz “bis”
Viņa ir Moncā
Tas tak nav zelts, tā nav pat bronza

Tas tak nav zelts, tā nav pat bronza
Tas tak nav zelts, tā nav pat bronza

Nodreb ziedlapiņas tūlīt starts
Un motori jau rēc
Puisēns redz, kā sporta ziņās
Nepacietīgs pūlis brēc

Un rokām plātās baigi, hey
Katrs zin’ kā labāk vaj’g, hey
Jo katrs zin’ kā labāk vaj’g, hey
Tač, katrs zin’ kā labāk vaj’g, hey

Brēc un rokām plātās baigi, hey
Katrs zin’ kā labāk vaj’g, hey
Jo katrs zin’ kā labāk vaj’g, hey
Tač, katrs zin’ kā labāk vaj’g, hey

Translation
It’s a cult, every Saturday he’s on the couch
On the couch, holding a beer, two remote controles
It’s like he’s in Monza
That’s not gold, not even bronze

He places bets, places bets and says: “You know, let the devil
Have even those who lag behind”
It’s like he’s in Monza
That’s not gold, not even bronze

That’s not gold, not even bronze
That’s not gold, not even bronze

The flower leaves tremble
The race begins and motors rumble
A little boy sees, just like in the news
An impatient crowd scream

And wave their hands wildly, hey
But everyone knows best, hey
‘Cause everyone knows best, hey
Of course everyone knows best, hey

Pure flirt, pure flirt, expensive clothes, nice body
The eyes understand everything, but the heart does not
She’s in Monza
That’s not gold, not even bronze

Fine Miss, she knows, first place is everything
That is all remaining of the so called “biz”
She’s in Monza
That’s not gold, not even bronze

That’s not gold, not even bronze
That’s not gold, not even bronze

The flower leaves tremble
The race begins and motors rumble
A little boy sees, just like in the news
An impatient crowd scream

And wave their hands wildly, hey
But everyone knows best, hey
‘Cause everyone knows best, hey
Of course everyone knows best, hey

Scream and wave their hands wildly, hey
But everyone knows best, hey
‘Cause everyone knows best, hey
Of course everyone knows best, hey

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