Jiří Schelinger — Sim - sala - bim song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Sim - sala - bim" by Jiří Schelinger.
Lyrics
Aha, aha, aha, aha — tři slůvka jen kouzlo mé čítá.
Aha, aha, aha, aha — o půlnoci dřív nežli svítá.
Mně říkat ta slůvka stačí, pak dýni a pórek nastrouhám,
muří nohu jeden zub dračí a elixír mládí já mám.
Sim — sala — bim, sim — sala- bim — bam,
Sim — sala — bim, sim — sala- bim — bam,
Sim — sala — bim, zase je mi patnáct let a o lásce sním.
Sim — sala — bim, sim — sala- bim — bam,
Sim — sala — bim, sim — sala- bim — bam,
Sim — sala — bim, zase je mi patnáct let a o lásce sním.
Aha, aha, aha, aha — jak voní jak vaří se bublá.
Aha, aha, aha, aha — já kouzelná slůvka si mumlám.
Pak mudrců kámen nastrouhám, kečupem to řádně zahustím,
a s chutí se do toho pustím, tak pojďte já napít vám dám.
Sim — sala — bim, sim — sala- bim — bam,
Sim — sala — bim, sim — sala- bim — bam,
Sim — sala — bim, zase je mi patnáct let a o lásce sním.
Sim — sala — bim, sim — sala- bim — bam,
Sim — sala — bim, sim — sala- bim — bam,
Sim — sala — bim, zase je mi patnáct let a o lásce sním.
Aha, aha, aha, aha (cha cha cha chá) — kdopak mně teď léta spočítá.
Aha, aha, aha, aha (cha cha cha chá) — mít patnáct každý z vás uvítá.
A hleďte jak omlád jsem rázem, vy nevěřte já nejsem blázen,
jen láska vám věk náhle změní jak magická formule má.
Sim — sala — bim, sim — sala- bim — bam,
Sim — sala — bim, sim — sala- bim — bam,
Sim — sala — bim, zase je mi patnáct let a o lásce sním.
Sim — sala — bim, sim — sala- bim — bam,
Sim — sala — bim, sim — sala- bim — bam,
Sim — sala — bim, zase je mi patnáct let a o lásce sním.
Lyrics translation
Ah, ah, ah, ah — three words just spell mine.
Ah, ah, ah, ah — midnight before dawn.
Say the word to me, then I grate the pumpkin and leeks,
one tooth of a dragon's leg burns, and I have the elixir of youth.
Sim-sala-bim, sim-sala-bim-bam,
Sim-sala-bim, sim-sala-bim-bam,
Sim-sala-bim, I'm fifteen years old again and I dream of love.
Sim-sala-bim, sim-sala-bim-bam,
Sim-sala-bim, sim-sala-bim-bam,
Sim-sala-bim, I'm fifteen years old again and I dream of love.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-how it smells, how it cooks bubbling.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm mumbling.
Then I grate the philosopher's stone, and thicken it properly with ketchup,
and I'd like to get on with it, so come on, I'll give you a drink.
Sim-sala-bim, sim-sala-bim-bam,
Sim-sala-bim, sim-sala-bim-bam,
Sim-sala-bim, I'm fifteen years old again and I dream of love.
Sim-sala-bim, sim-sala-bim-bam,
Sim-sala-bim, sim-sala-bim-bam,
Sim-sala-bim, I'm fifteen years old again and I dream of love.
Ah, ah, ah, ah (cha cha cha Cha) — who's gonna count me for years now?
Oh, oh, oh, oh (cha cha cha cha) - having fifteen each one will welcome you.
And look how young I am, you do not believe I am not crazy,
only love will suddenly change your age as a magical formula has.
Sim-sala-bim, sim-sala-bim-bam,
Sim-sala-bim, sim-sala-bim-bam,
Sim-sala-bim, I'm fifteen years old again and I dream of love.
Sim-sala-bim, sim-sala-bim-bam,
Sim-sala-bim, sim-sala-bim-bam,
Sim-sala-bim, I'm fifteen years old again and I dream of love.